The Christmas That Was ALMOST Ruined
In honor of Matt’s story “The Little Brother Who Stole Christmas,” I thought I would tell you about one Christmas that ALMOST was ruined at my house.
One year when I was very young, Santa brought a few gifts to my family a little early. I must have been 4 or 5 at the time, and I was absolutely in awe with all the presents under the Christmas tree. I would walk by them, pick up a few that were for me, shake them, inspect them, and just try to figure out what was inside. One present for me was in a nice little unsealed gift bag, with tissue paper sticking out of it.
Well, this one present struck my curiosity the most. I would pick up, but be careful not to tip it, or peak inside. I had to wait until Christmas (which is a very hard thing to do as a little kid).
Later that afternoon, I remember my brother Tim (the second oldest), coming up to me and telling me that Santa Claus got me a teddy bear, and that was what was in the gift bag.
I was devastated! It’s not Christmas yet! I couldn’t know what was in that bag. I ran up to my mom, crying. I was so upset – my brother had ruined Christmas.
As we all know, moms know how to solve any childhood crisis. She sat me down and asked if I peaked in the gift bag. When I told her no, she asked how I could be sure that my brother looked, and how could he be sure that I got a teddy bear. She was right. I wasn’t sure, so I was back to not knowing what was in the gift bag.
When Christmas day came, and I finally opened that gift bag, it was a teddy bear, and I wasn’t even a little upset. My mom had saved Christmas.
Moms are good like that.