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    December 20, 2005



    You'll shoot your eye out, kid!

    My husband is not a peeker-pants, he likes to be surprised. But he is a gift-guesser. You hand him the package, and he'll uncontrollably blurt out, "It's a ____!" And he is right 80% of the time, at least.


    For the record, I am not a Peeker-pants. Peeking would take all the fun away from guessing. And really, as good as I am at guessing, there is no need to peek anyway.

    Bucky Four-Eyes

    I can avoid touching or guessing my presents with no problem whatsoever, unless the gift giver shows signs of weakness, of wanting to tell me, of needing to blurt out the identity of the mystery gift.
    I like to encourage that kind of misbehavior. If I can corrupt just one person a day, lead one poor soul down the road to delinquency, then I've done my job.

    Jim Fogg

    My older sister was a serial xmas gift peeker-pants. Her all time high or low was when she was a teenager. Not only did she peek, she unwrapped and tried on her gifts and methodically re-wrapped her booty. I witnessed the act and was threatened with physical harm if I ratted her out. In those days she was bigger than me and I took the threats seriously. On Xmas morning we tore open our gifts and the look on her face was shock mixed with horror. Her boxes were filled as Nils called them "soft gifts". She left to use the bathroom knowing that she had been busted and not sure what to do. When she came back her real gifts had some how appeared. Nothing was said,and her peeking days were over. It was the first time we realized that our parents may have a clue after all......

    Merry Xmas and let's not forget those who are less fortunate than we are........


    I sooooo know what I am getting you for Christmas next year.

    Just as long as you don't peek.


    Ceremonially fingerprint all the children before any gifts are brought into the house.

    No, I haven't tried it, but I think it would work.


    If I hid presents all over the house, I KNOW I would forget their whereabouts once I really needed to find them. I'm horribly unoriginal about hiding. And probably very naive about whether or not the kids peek. Now I'll wonder about it for the rest of the week.


    Hey, Dad - I betcha it's not a purple sweater!

    Amanda B.

    Ooh ooh, you are like me. I looooove the holidays and am ready to get it going around Halloween.

    Happy Holidays my friend!

    suburban misfit

    I am SUCH a peeker-pants. I'm horrible, really. I have the best of intentions, but I just cannot help myself! I always knew where my parents hid the gifts *and* I was quite the actress! I recently told my mother that I knew from age 8 on what my gifts were every year *before* Christmas Day and she was stunned!

    My husband hides things really well, though, so there's no chance of me finding any of my stuff this year.



    I did some peeking in my day, and ruined the surprise, too. I was about 14, I think. I unwrapped one end of EVERY ONE of my presents, slid the box out, opened it, looked, slid it back in, and re-taped. Faking surprise was TORTURE, and I learned my lesson right then and there on the Christmas Eve of that sneaky year.


    I am no peeker-pants. When we were kids we were given a toy catalogue and a $20 limit. There were a few "soft" presents to go along with it but, somehow, Santa knew what catalogue item we wanted and had a $20 limit per kid. There was no surprise.

    Now, if I think Ichabod's coming in with a present for me I'll make a big deal of hiding my eyes until it's put away. Reliving my childhood as it should have been...

    Peeker Pants

    Well, first, I was shocked and horrified to find that I, of all people, was cited here as being disturbing, or disturbed. But that is forgiven, because there are so many things about this post that are hilarious. I know Ern said it, but I have to: You'll shoot yer eye out, kid!

    I'll have you know, Mr. Principal of Christmas on the Innernets, that at this very moment, I know there are two gifts for me high up on top of the bookshelf right where I'm sitting this moment. And I am NOT looking. NOT. Looking. NOT.

    An aside: You will always be part of our family, now, because all three of us (four if the dog spoke), use the expression, "launched a fragrance."

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