Usually i don't care about waiting for xmas

Since most of the times i don't get stuff that would make me stay awake the whole night or something... for the past years it has been like that... but this year...

Yesterday i bought a wii plus 2 games... now i have to wait 2 more days to open it, and these 2 days are going to be ridden with "omfg I'm so bored..." and everything else i did before to help the boredom wont help me because I'm waiting for something better xd

Anyone else has this problem?

Same boat, except xbox. :[ MW2pls.

We opened all of our gifts on Saturday. Jealous?

No Greg, you've been deprived of the Christmas Spirit. Jealous?

I don't think I've had that sort of genuine feeling like that since that Christmas that I got Majora's Mask.

I knew I was going to get it already and it was making me pretty anxious. (My parents and I had a deal that if I bought the N64 Expansion Pak myself that they would get Majora's Mask for me.) The best part of all is I ended up getting it earlier than I expected because my area had a massive snow storm and school was shut down for like a week, so my parents gave it to me since I didn't really have anything else to do.

Felt amazing, man.

Yeah, Herborts, that feeling is amazing. There was always one gift that I wanted above all others every christmas, and it was usually a video game. And I knew I would get it... I just knew it!!! Christmas day would roll around and I'd wake up early. My siblings and I would rifle through the still-wrapped gifts trying to figure out what was what based on size, shape, and weight. Video games were always so obvious.

But my dad, he was a trickster. He knew what we did when he was still asleep, and he had ways of combatting it. He'd let each of us open up the present shaped like what we wanted the most first. For example, one christmas I wanted Pokemon Gold. So I opened up the gameboy shaped box and... Pokemon Pinball?! I was so hurt. How could my own father know me so poorly. I made a list, I wrote pokemon gold 30 times. How, dad... how? So we'd keep opening gifts, all having receive the wrong most wanted item. Our spirits were down, and as spoiled kids we didn't even pretend to hide it. All the while my dad would sit there with a big jerk smile on his face; like he knew us. When all of the gifts were unwrapped he'd let us go on our way. We usually went to our rooms to cry because... that's what a broken child does.... (actually we'd go try on clothes and stuff) and about an hour later we'd come back out to find THREE MORE GIFTS under the tree!!! It was... a christmas miracle!!! Unwrapping them excitedly, we found the gifts that we wanted and were all embarrassed about how spoiled we had acted. He just laughed. This stopped when I was about nine. We'd grown too smart for those tricks. So instead, he started placing the things we wanted into other boxes. Bigger boxes. Boxes of things we'd typically get.

He was really good at keeping the surprise in Christmas. T'was wonderful.

Now I'm old (

whats a gift?

i havent seen 1 in like 10 years

It sucks even more when you KNOW what are you getting :<

Yeah, Herborts, that feeling is amazing. There was always one gift that I wanted above all others every christmas, and it was usually a video game. And I knew I would get it... I just knew it!!! Christmas day would roll around and I'd wake up early. My siblings and I would rifle through the still-wrapped gifts trying to figure out what was what based on size, shape, and weight. Video games were always so obvious.

But my dad, he was a trickster. He knew what we did when he was still asleep, and he had ways of combatting it. He'd let each of us open up the present shaped like what we wanted the most first. For example, one christmas I wanted Pokemon Gold. So I opened up the gameboy shaped box and... Pokemon Pinball?! I was so hurt. How could my own father know me so poorly. I made a list, I wrote pokemon gold 30 times. How, dad... how? So we'd keep opening gifts, all having receive the wrong most wanted item. Our spirits were down, and as spoiled kids we didn't even pretend to hide it. All the while my dad would sit there with a big jerk smile on his face; like he knew us. When all of the gifts were unwrapped he'd let us go on our way. We usually went to our rooms to cry because... that's what a broken child does.... (actually we'd go try on clothes and stuff) and about an hour later we'd come back out to find THREE MORE GIFTS under the tree!!! It was... a christmas miracle!!! Unwrapping them excitedly, we found the gifts that we wanted and were all embarrassed about how spoiled we had acted. He just laughed. This stopped when I was about nine. We'd grown too smart for those tricks. So instead, he started placing the things we wanted into other boxes. Bigger boxes. Boxes of things we'd typically get.

He was really good at keeping the surprise in Christmas. T'was wonderful.

Now I'm old (

Haha, my family does that too. Makes gifts more interesting.

I bought my own presents this year.

And it was clothes.

I'm spoiled, and since my birthday is Christmas I still get presents despite how old I am.

In fact, my family is still pestering me about giving them more stuff for them to get me, and I honestly don't really have many ideas as to what I want.

Guess I'll just give them some links to some figures I've been eying for a while or something.

Yeah, Herborts, that feeling is amazing. There was always one gift that I wanted above all others every christmas, and it was usually a video game. And I knew I would get it... I just knew it!!! Christmas day would roll around and I'd wake up early. My siblings and I would rifle through the still-wrapped gifts trying to figure out what was what based on size, shape, and weight. Video games were always so obvious.

But my dad, he was a trickster. He knew what we did when he was still asleep, and he had ways of combatting it. He'd let each of us open up the present shaped like what we wanted the most first. For example, one christmas I wanted Pokemon Gold. So I opened up the gameboy shaped box and... Pokemon Pinball?! I was so hurt. How could my own father know me so poorly. I made a list, I wrote pokemon gold 30 times. How, dad... how? So we'd keep opening gifts, all having receive the wrong most wanted item. Our spirits were down, and as spoiled kids we didn't even pretend to hide it. All the while my dad would sit there with a big jerk smile on his face; like he knew us. When all of the gifts were unwrapped he'd let us go on our way. We usually went to our rooms to cry because... that's what a broken child does.... (actually we'd go try on clothes and stuff) and about an hour later we'd come back out to find THREE MORE GIFTS under the tree!!! It was... a christmas miracle!!! Unwrapping them excitedly, we found the gifts that we wanted and were all embarrassed about how spoiled we had acted. He just laughed. This stopped when I was about nine. We'd grown too smart for those tricks. So instead, he started placing the things we wanted into other boxes. Bigger boxes. Boxes of things we'd typically get.

He was really good at keeping the surprise in Christmas. T'was wonderful.

Now I'm old (

My family does this as well. Most notably, my uncle's gifts. For instance, one year he got me a playstation, but he put it in this huge, oddly shaped box. So I opened up the present, it was some baby toy from fisher's price or something. I put on an "oh, you" face as he laughed. Then her told me to open it up, so I did. The box was filled with those packaging peanuts. I dug through, and dug through, until I felt a smaller box inside. I quickly pulled it out, and found the Playstation.

Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! I'm thinking to myself. he laughs even harder. Now I'm wondering what exactly he finds so funny, so I open up the box. Oh, there's a brick inside the box with a Monopoly $100 bill taped to it.

"It's $100, don't spend it in one place!"

He continued to laugh. I checked inside the Playstation box to see if there was real money in there or something. Nothing, just a brick, some Styrofoam, and the Monopoly money.

So I figured I didn't actually get a Playstation. He got one for his son a few weeks before, so it's not like it would be surprising for him to have the box. As I was about to move on to my next present, he stopped me and told me to look back in the baby toy box. I dug through more and more, but didn't find anything. I turned it upside down and carefully swept out the peanuts, making sure that whatever was in there wouldn't fall to the ground.

Nothing, the box was completely empty inside. But something was odd. I realized the back of the box didn't seem like it was actually part of the box. I lifted the box up, and felt there was still some weight to it, despite it being empty. I rip off the cardboard. As I thought, it was a false backing, glued onto the box. My Uncle knew I'd open the other end first, because that end wasn't taped. Hidden in the box was the actual Playstation.

I'm spoiled, and since my birthday is Christmas I still get presents despite how old I am.

In fact, my family is still pestering me about giving them more stuff for them to get me, and I honestly don't really have many ideas as to what I want.

Guess I'll just give them some links to some figures I've been eying for a while or something.



My family does this as well. Most notably, my uncle's gifts. For instance, one year he got me a playstation, but he put it in this huge, oddly shaped box. So I opened up the present, it was some baby toy from fisher's price or something. I put on an "oh, you" face as he laughed. Then her told me to open it up, so I did. The box was filled with those packaging peanuts. I dug through, and dug through, until I felt a smaller box inside. I quickly pulled it out, and found the Playstation.

Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! I'm thinking to myself. he laughs even harder. Now I'm wondering what exactly he finds so funny, so I open up the box. Oh, there's a brick inside the box with a Monopoly $100 bill ed to it.

"It's $100, don't spend it in one place!"

He continued to laugh. I checked inside the Playstation box to see if there was real money in there or something. Nothing, just a brick, some Styrofoam, and the Monopoly money.

So I figured I didn't actually get a Playstation. He got one for his son a few weeks before, so it's not like it would be surprising for him to have the box. As I was about to move on to my next present, he stopped me and told me to look back in the baby toy box. I dug through more and more, but didn't find anything. I turned it upside down and carefully swept out the peanuts, making sure that whatever was in there wouldn't fall to the ground.

Nothing, the box was completely empty inside. But something was odd. I realized the back of the box didn't seem like it was actually part of the box. I lifted the box up, and felt there was still some weight to it, despite it being empty. I rip off the cardboard. As I thought, it was a false backing, glued onto the box. My Uncle knew I'd open the other end first, because that end wasn't taped. Hidden in the box was the actual Playstation.

Yeah, Herborts, that feeling is amazing. There was always one gift that I wanted above all others every christmas, and it was usually a video game. And I knew I would get it... I just knew it!!! Christmas day would roll around and I'd wake up early. My siblings and I would rifle through the still-wrapped gifts trying to figure out what was what based on size, shape, and weight. Video games were always so obvious.

But my dad, he was a trickster. He knew what we did when he was still asleep, and he had ways of combatting it. He'd let each of us open up the present shaped like what we wanted the most first. For example, one christmas I wanted Pokemon Gold. So I opened up the gameboy shaped box and... Pokemon Pinball?! I was so hurt. How could my own father know me so poorly. I made a list, I wrote pokemon gold 30 times. How, dad... how? So we'd keep opening gifts, all having receive the wrong most wanted item. Our spirits were down, and as spoiled kids we didn't even pretend to hide it. All the while my dad would sit there with a big jerk smile on his face; like he knew us. When all of the gifts were unwrapped he'd let us go on our way. We usually went to our rooms to cry because... that's what a broken child does.... (actually we'd go try on clothes and stuff) and about an hour later we'd come back out to find THREE MORE GIFTS under the tree!!! It was... a christmas miracle!!! Unwrapping them excitedly, we found the gifts that we wanted and were all embarrassed about how spoiled we had acted. He just laughed. This stopped when I was about nine. We'd grown too smart for those tricks. So instead, he started placing the things we wanted into other boxes. Bigger boxes. Boxes of things we'd typically get.

He was really good at keeping the surprise in Christmas. T'was wonderful.

Now I'm old (

firstly, sarah, new avatar will forever disturb me.
second, that sounds incredibly awesome. ive never had anyone in my family do that for me, nor do i think anyone in my family would do that, but i swear that has got to be one of the best ideas ive ever heard of.

Same boat, except PS3. :[

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