Christmas Capers

How well do you know me? Do you know, for example, that I am a bit of a snoop. Can't help it. I've tried. It started when I was very young and really gained steam during my early adolescence. That's when my friend Brooke and I searched every inch of my parents' and grandparents' property looking for the Christmas present stash. After several afternoons of searching, we were successful and for a couple of years, until guilt caught up with me and I confessed to my mom, Brooke and I sneaked into the camp trailer and thoroughly examined every Christmas present my mom purchased.

Because of this, I became brilliant at shaking presents and identifying the contents. One Christmas, my mom was having a difficult time identifying which gifts were the traditional Christmas Eve pajamas. After watching her struggle for a few minutes, I hopped up, quickly grabbed the packages and correctly distributed them.

So, with that little historical sketch, you can imagine why I saved this newspaper clipping when it was published a few years ago.



You can also understand why I found it difficult to get mad at little Petunia when her first present made it all of three minutes under the tree before she sneaked it up to her room and came down wearing said gift. She is her mother's girl.