A Reindeer for a Christmas present?

Receiving Christmas presents at our house is always quite exciting, sometimes you just have no idea what the present is, because it has been wrapped in disguise. This year, our eldest daughter’s boyfriend gave us a gift that appeared to be a reindeer.

Christmas Reindeer
Christmas Reindeer

He brought the present over in the afternoon, then told me I could not open it until my husband arrived home from work, which was hours. So for the rest of the day I eyed the reindeer, picked it up, but didn’t shake it, because it was quite heavy, all well trying to figure out what on earth was inside of it. Finally the time came, my husband arrived home and I was allowed to open it. This is what we found:

I can only wait now for next years present. The reindeer will be packed away and used as a Christmas decoration for the years to come.

Why I couldn’t yell at the teenage boy or husband

My children help me a lot at home, especially carrying things, since I am not suppose to, unless of course I want to end up laying down for a few days in utter pain. So when I asked the teenage boy to put his sister’s Christmas presents in my bedroom, it didn’t even cross my mind that he would open the closet door. A few days later, I find out from the teenage boy, that he had looked at most of his presents, (I luckily had hidden a few that weren’t on his list in a different place). At the same time, I also found out that hubby had seen the metal detector I bought him for Christmas. To make matters worse, dare I say, he Googled it! The nerve of him!

Flashback to when I was around seventeen. After spending Christmas eve out with friends, I arrived home to find my parents, two brothers and sister fast asleep. Our Christmas tree with all the presents, was for some reason in the basement that year. Being a sneaky seventeen year old, I went downstairs and shook my gifts. This did not satisfy me enough, so I carefully unwrapped and rewrapped all my presents. I thought I was being smart, knowing what my gifts were, I would be able to sleep in.

When morning arrived, I stayed in bed. My father came into my bedroom trying to raise me out of my slumber, when I finally blurted out that I already knew what my gifts were, spilling the bad deed I had done.  He did not yell at me, instead he left the room. I was safe and could sleep and dream nice dreams, so I thought. Instead, my dad came back into my room with a tray full of ice cubes and proceeded to dump the entire contents on my feet, making sure he rubbed the ice cubes on the bottoms and between my toes. While giggling away, I yelled for him to stop, but in a calm voice he told me how much my mother had worked at finding the right presents for me and I was going to get out of bed whether I liked it or not. I also, was not to tell my mother what I had done.

Have you every peaked or opened your presents on the sly?