All the
Christmas ads I’m seeing on TV have reminded me of a time when my I found some
of the Christmas presents my mom had purchased and hidden in a closet.
(I
prefer to think of my finding the presents not being a result of relentless
snooping but rather the kind of thing that happens when you have a child with a
curious mind. But, come to think of it, that might just be my attempt to
rationalize sneaky behavior.)
So,
since I now knew the location of these presents, I became “sick” and needed to
stay home from school in order to rest and be restored to full health. While I was home from school, alone, I got my
presents out from the hiding place and played with them. Then I quickly put them back in the closet
before anyone got home.
You
know what’s interesting about all this? Alright, I’ll tell you. I think I had
more fun playing with the presents when I did it in secret than after I actually
got them for real on Christmas morning.
That
must be one of those strange realities of human nature, huh?
P.S. The Christmas I’m referring to in the story
happened several years later than the time of this picture but this was the only
old picture I could find in which I’m holding a Christmas gift from my
childhood.
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