Don’t peek at the gifts Santa Claus is bringing for you


Don’t peek at the gifts Santa Claus is bringing for you.

I mentioned that I have a devotional book that I read every day and have done so for at least the last 8 years. As I was reading Beppie Harrison’s, the author, entry for December 6th she was writing about how fun it is to make one’s Christmas wish list. I don’t know if you are old enough to remember, but when I was little my siblings and I would pore over the pages of the Sears and Roebuck and JC Penny’s Christmas catalogs. These were thick and filled with magical gifts of all varieties. Most especially lots and lots of toys. We spent hours turning pages with a piece of paper and pencil in hand to formulate our lists for Santa Claus.

Mrs. Harrison wrote that when the Christmas shopping started she warned her children that the Christmas closet was now off limits. She followed up with a warning to her family that if they peeked they would surely find out what they were getting, but it would spoil the surprise. Mrs. Harrison even said that her mother told her the same thing.

I recall my parents also giving us children the same dire warning. Christmas Eve took too long to pass for my liking. I tossed and turned all night praying that morning light would arrive soon. The clock ticked ever so slowly. When Christmas morning finally arrived it was the most wonderful day of the year.

One year a young Beppie, before she became Mrs. Harrison, could not take the suspense any longer and she did peek. Her mother had been right. The surprise was gone and the thrill of the day was gone.

I can totally relate. When I was in 6th grade I could wait not a second more. So yours truly crept out of bed and into the living room. I moved gifts around searching for those with my name on them. I was very cautious to make sure that no one could tell that a marauder has been snooping around. I found the beautiful watch that was to be mine. I found all the packages with my name on the tags. My mama and papa as well as Beppie and her mama were right, peeking was not only sneaky and wrong, but it took the excitement right out of the day for me. It was the most dismal Christmas I have ever had. Trust me when I tell you that peeking ruins everything. Take advice from someone who’s been there, DON’T PEEK!!

I see some packages under the tree already with my name on them. I wonder what they could contain?! I promise I won’t even try to feel or shake them. Scout’s honor. Whoops! I think my toes were crossed.


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