(Mostly) True Confessions

I have a confession: I peek at Christmas presents. Or presents in general, I guess.

Note: I do not peek at my own presents. I do not wish to spoil my own holiday. Well not usually, anyway. I prefer to spoil the holidays of others. So, I peek at other people's presents. No, not random people. That's just ridiculous. I don't wander into the homes of unsuspecting strangers and open the presents, although now that I think about it ...

It's not about lack of control, either, if that's what you're thinking because believe me: I have control. Oh yes. Cross that one off your list.

I peek at other people's presents because I must.

Note: I do not know why I must. It's either genetic or frenetic or potentially pathetic.

Gift bags have made peeking so much easier. But gifts bags are for amateurs. Yes. I far prefer the challenge of a gift-wrapped package with double-stick tape (the real test for peekers) and that curly ribbon that has to be carefully slipped off the package, like a beautiful woman slips out of her ... socks.

Son is going to love his gift from his Grandmother.

Heck, yes. I love December.