i know you are all writing in suspense as to what happened Christmas 06. well to recap, lets start with MOE. MOE is something my sister and i created to have Maximum Opening Efficiency Christmas morning. Basically it boiled down to my sister and I "slyly" organizing the gifts by name so we could get to them and get them opened with the least amount of time wasted. although this idea was ingenious, turns out, we weren't as slick about it as we thought. my parents caught on pretty quickly and it wasn't long before MOE saw a huge defeat with Christmas 06.
(on a side note, because I feel it really adds essence to the story, remember that I am most definitely already in college during both of these Christmases. obviously it would take SOME college education to come up with MOE, that's not something just any Joe Schmoe can think up).
this Christmas started out like any other. excitement, joy, anticipation. my sister and i were really ready to take MOE to the next level, we were going to have the most efficient ripping through gifts in the history of ripping through gifts. at seven am, we were up and ready to look through our stockings and set out to the living room to asses the tree. after a few moments of enjoying our new toothbrushes, deodorant, lifesaver storybooks, and chap-stick (all dub family stocking favorites) we bounced with excitement to the living room. of course we both paused to take in that first magical look of the different colorful boxes laying under the tree. (seriously, no matter your age, it never gets old.) then it was time to get down to business. as we crept up to the tree to do our first in depth look, we both noticed the boxes and turned to each other perplexed...
"WHAT THE EFFFFF???"
and there, on every present, instead of a neatly written name tag, signed cleverly from Santa, all we saw were black sharpie written NUMBERS!
"HOW DO WE KNOW WHICH GIFTS ARE OURS?!"
and at that exact moment we had to surrender and bow down to our parents. i almost wish there had been a hidden camera in the tree because i am sure the looks on our faces were priceless. well played mom and dad! well played!
well there went the activity we had planned to kill time before everyone else got up. so we reluctantly headed back to our stockings and sat and watched TV to pass the half hour. finally my brothers arrived and my parents got up, and they knew we had been defeated. we took our Christmas hugs while receiving the smug look of victory on my parents faces...and we just had to hang our heads in shame. but hey...at least it was present time riiiiight?!
wrong. always wrong.
it was trivia time. Christmas trivia time. want a gift? gotta answer a trivia question correctly and then my dad would give you the number of the present you were to open. i cannot make this stuff up.
"What character says the phrase Bah Humbug!"
"Ebenezer Scrooge from A Christmas Carol!!"
"Correct Lauren!, you can go pick up number 12!"
i kid you not, this is how the rest of the morning proceeded. And let me tell you, my brothers and sister and I do NOT know that much about Christmas. the one thing i do have to say is: good thing my parents waited until we were older to pull this fast one, because at least i appreciate the shrewd cleverness of the entire event.
lesson learned: my sister and i need to be a little more cunning and elusive when it comes to our crazy Christmas antics. and also, maybe, we shouldn't try and put one over on mom and dad. maybe...
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