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The perfect opportunity to peek into our gifts arose when Mom and Dad had a bowling tournament to attend one evening that week. I was to be left in charge because I was the eldest at twelve, my brothers, eleven and six. We knew just how long our parents would be away, so we secretly devised a plan the night before they were to leave. We contrived to open all our gifts and then re-wrap them before their return after bowling.
Spitting in our hands and shaking on it, we made a pact never to
tell a soul or we’d most likely get the punishment we deserved. The
plan was set in motion when the folks left the house. We opened our
gifts, played with them, then returned each to their designated
boxes, carefully rewrapping every item and replacing the cute,
little Santa nametags. We thought we had pulled off the perfect
Christmas caper!
Merry Christmas
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