Usually i don't care about waiting for xmas

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.