I hope you all have a wonderful Christmas!
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When I was a kid, we always spent the weeks before Christmas hefting presents and shaking them and trying to figure out what was inside. My parents made it even more of a challenge for us by not putting our names on the packages, so we weren't sure which gifts were for which sibling. They'd just assign a number to the name tag (1 through 3 since I have two brothers) and only they knew which of us was assigned which number. And if that wasn't enough, they also "rigged" the packages so we couldn't tell by weight or sound what was in it. They'd put marbles, pennies, jingle bells, washers and other hardware into the boxes so they'd make a lot of noise and we'd have no idea if it was the actual gift or the little extras making that sound. And then the odd brick or other heavy object would be placed inside to throw off the weight. And of course you would never be so silly as to assume the box your gift was wrapped in was the actual box it came in. So even the shape of the box was no help. It was infuriating! And a whole lot of fun. I love a good mystery, and it was great to try to figure out what was in those packages. A friend of mine used to always open her packages early and play with the toys. Then she'd reseal the packages (which were hidden quite poorly in her mother's closet) and by Christmas she'd already be bored with them. Where's the joy in that? She'd be left with no surprises, no fun from her gifts, and she'd have to pretend to be surprised when she opened them on Christmas morning. So sad! The anticipation is half the fun!