Christmas Snoop

When I got older and found out when my mom had been Christmas shopping, that's when the snooping began. I tried to find my presents ever year and usually succeeded.

One year, I had looked in all the usual places and couldn't find a single thing. I knew there were gifts to be found. So, I lied one Sunday.  I told my parents I was sick so I could stay home and look for my presents. I finally found them in the attic of our garage. HA! They thought they were so smart.

Eventually, my mom started keeping my gifts at a neighbors house. Oh, the agony!  Until I realized I could sneak in my mom's purse, look at the receipts and find out that way. Yes, I was terrible. Why did I do this? It was the thrill of the hunt. The rush of adrenaline I got from finding out.

I should have been a detective.