"please do not open until christmas, love aunt karma"
photo found on altruism in the morning
When I was in high school, a few days before Christmas, I secretly unwrapped a gift~navy blue, brooks brothers blazer....wore it out to a party, came home and re-wrapped it {my brother's idea} To know what was in the box, tells the obvious. I was a peeker. I've been a peeker from way back. I can still tell you where some of my friends' parents hid the Christmas gifts:
The Flatleys: the old root cellar in the basement
The Meyers: back of their mother's closet
The Bayers: the sewing room
Because not only was I a peeker, but I encouraged others to do the same. Even when it was met with trepidation from my friends~ I pushed and cajoled. It's a wonder that I never stumbled across a lump of coal with my name on it.With the notion that peekers beget little peekers, I've spent the last month, stashing gifts in the most obscure places. Now, a few days before Christmas, like a squirrel trying to remember where she's hid her nut, I'm digging frantically...trying to remember and having little luck.
Merry Christmas to you too, Aunt Karma.
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I have a feeling as with every year, gifts will come tumbling from the rafters as we pull out beach stuff, come spring
The night I wore my blue blazer, as an act of solidarity my brother wore a gift too. His was one of those brooks brothers, mismatched, remnant shirts.
glad to know I'm in good company
I peaked one year when I was a kid and found a Cabbage Patch Kid pet {I can't remember the name now} and when I opened it on x-mas, I wasn't excited because I already knew what it was. It ruined it for me so I never peaked again.
My kids are, as I type this, watching a movie in the guest bedroom (where their presents are hidden). Better go check on them.
I can't believe you wore the jacket and mom and dad were none the wiser.
Crazy!
I hope you find all your gifts!
On Christmas morning, my mother, took a few sniffs to the air as I unwrapped my blazer and said,'I smell cigarette smoke'
I'm so happy that she has a house full of guests and won't have time to read this post.
My mom could never remember where she hid the all the Easter eggs, the count always came up short. That was the great surprise in our house finding them a few rotten months later. xo, MB
Cheers!!!
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