Christmas morning, Theo got up, opened his stocking and found a book. He plopped immediately to the floor engrossed. We had to shovel him out of the doorway. When everyone was up and had had breakfast, the kids were allowed to open their presents. Having stayed with them a couple of weeks ago, I heard all of the stories about how they guess what their presents are. “You always buy us Lego, Gramma, one shake and we know what it is,” I was told with a smile. Then Owen confessed to the real tricks. Dousing the ribbons with catnip so the cats would tear open the wrappings. Slitting the taped ends with a knife and peeking at the ends to read the box, then resealing; pressing the paper tightly and try to read through it; measuring the boxes and comparing those measurements with their favorite toys in the store. Oh, they are clever.
Theo guessed his gift as a puzzle. I told him it does sound like a puzzle but that is not what your gift is. When he opened it, attached to the puzzle was a note telling him where his gift was really located, under a quilt, in my office. A Lego game.
I fooled them this year. I’ll have to get smarter by next year.
I thank you all for visiting my blog and hope that you’ve had a good year and an especially Merry Christmas.