I am a 25 year old child.
Ever since I discovered that Santa was only a mythical legend (heartbreaking) at a very late age (6th grade, thanks for letting me look stupid to my friends MOM) I have been sneaking around looking for my presents around my house.
My parents had the typical hiding places, the spare room closet, the trunks of their cars, under their bed, etc. and I always managed to find a few minutes when they were not around to sneak a peak. I'm the worst.
One year, I even found the notebook my mom kept to keep track of what she was buying my brothers and I. She left it on the table and I checked it almost daily. It was like my heroin at the age of 13, I couldn't quit it. There were no surprises that Christmas.
As the years have gone on, I still do this. Isn't that the terrible? I have absolutely no patience to wait until December 25th. My new sneakers that I wanted came in a package at the mail the other day and I opened it just to "make sure they fit". My mom was not happy.
The thing is I love surprises, when I don't know they are coming. But knowing that all of these goodies are just under my mom's bed KILLS ME. I have gotten a little more patient as the years have gone on but it's still pretty bad.
I also can't wait to tell people what I got THEM for Christmas. I got my mom this wicker chair she has been wanting since friggin 'Nam and the fact that I haven't told her yet is a miracle.
I am only certain of a few presents that I am getting this year and I will admit that it is a little refreshing to not know what's in the boxes on Christmas morning...maybe next year I won't peak at all?....doubtful.
Ever since I discovered that Santa was only a mythical legend (heartbreaking) at a very late age (6th grade, thanks for letting me look stupid to my friends MOM) I have been sneaking around looking for my presents around my house.
My parents had the typical hiding places, the spare room closet, the trunks of their cars, under their bed, etc. and I always managed to find a few minutes when they were not around to sneak a peak. I'm the worst.
One year, I even found the notebook my mom kept to keep track of what she was buying my brothers and I. She left it on the table and I checked it almost daily. It was like my heroin at the age of 13, I couldn't quit it. There were no surprises that Christmas.
As the years have gone on, I still do this. Isn't that the terrible? I have absolutely no patience to wait until December 25th. My new sneakers that I wanted came in a package at the mail the other day and I opened it just to "make sure they fit". My mom was not happy.
The thing is I love surprises, when I don't know they are coming. But knowing that all of these goodies are just under my mom's bed KILLS ME. I have gotten a little more patient as the years have gone on but it's still pretty bad.
I also can't wait to tell people what I got THEM for Christmas. I got my mom this wicker chair she has been wanting since friggin 'Nam and the fact that I haven't told her yet is a miracle.
I am only certain of a few presents that I am getting this year and I will admit that it is a little refreshing to not know what's in the boxes on Christmas morning...maybe next year I won't peak at all?....doubtful.