I decided this year to put presents out early (the tree is not as full underneath as it appears - most everything is in the front). Normally I'm having a wrapping marathon on Christmas Eve after the kids have gone to bed and therefore the tree pretty much stays empty underneath. But not this year! My reason for waiting until the last minute is so I can do an inventory on what I've purchased and "how many" presents they both have - they are still at the counting stage. Somehow I got finished early enough to go ahead and give my children a little pleasure of enjoying presents under the tree. But, there was a problem. Someone couldn't stand the temptation and tore a hole in the paper of his presents:
Me: (hollerin' up the steps) HubbaDood! HubbaDette!
My2: Yes ma'am!
Me: (still hollerin') GET DOWN HERE!
Me: (with children standing in front of me while I hold up the damaged package) Who tore the hole in the package?
HubbaDette: (yellin' at top speed with eyes wide open with fear) Not ME!
HubbaDood: (shaking his hands in front of him with a look of "what am I gonna do now.") I did it.
Me: (to HubbaDette) get upstairs.
Me: (to HubbaDood with fury) What were you thinking?!
I quickly had to calm myself as I reflected back on a Christmas past when I and my two younger siblings found our Christmas presents and it was the year I got my patchwork rabbit fur coat - the hottest item ever for a teenage girl. I remember finding it in my mom's bedroom closet - I tried it on and pranced around the house with it. I made one big mistake though... I told some friends who in turn told my mother. I guess they were jealous - who knows. I thought my mom was going to kill us and ME especially. When Christmas came there was no rabbit fur coat under the tree. I was quite sad. But since my mom really wanted me to have it she brought the package out later that afternoon and let me open it. I so loved that coat - wish I had kept it just as a reminder of that Christmas.
On with the case of the torn wrapping paper. I decided to close my mouth and head to the coffee roasting room where HubbaHoney was busy roasting a batch of beans. I shut the door behind me so HubbaDood couldn't see or hear me talk to the boss man. All HubbaHoney could do was laugh and say "I did it too when I was young." Although I peeked at unwrapped gifts I NEVER tore the paper off! Oh well.
I really didn't want my son to have a horrible memory of me losing my cool and ruining Christmas just because he's nine and was struggling with "gift temptation." So, I taped the paper back and moved on. He has since told me that it hasn't bothered him anymore and I have to say it has been a great learning experience for him and a teaching tool for me to use when it comes to talking to him about controlling our desires to do things we don't need or shouldn't do.
P.S. I found out later he had torn a whole in every package that had his name on it. Luckily he didn't do enough to see what the gifts were.
I have been blessed with a wonderful husband and two beautiful children
Have a Merry Christmas!