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Originally Posted by Ducimus
I wonder if it is more torturous to not know what your getting, or to know what your getting, but you cannot touch it until xmas, no matter how badly you want to. 
I know what I'm getting, its in the factory box, but I can't touch it. The other xmas present is still in the oven, and shouldn't arrive tell the latter end of January. |
My first married Christmas, 1974, drove my young wife crazy. She asked if I minded if she shook her presents. I said "No, go ahead. Knock yourself out."
She asked if I wanted to shake mine. I said "No, I'm good."
She said "Don't you want to know what's in them?"
I said "Not really. I'll find out on Christmas."
She just couldn't understand why I wasn't the least bit curious. I didn't tell her that when I was little I would sneak out in the middle of the night and shake things, even going so far as to once very carefully untaping and retaping a box that had me curious. I found that after I knew what I was getting it wasn't fun anymore. Also I was terrified that I hadn't retaped it properly and my dad would find out. What he might do was of no concern, only that he would know.
I haven't been curious since. I like surprises. On the other hand the only family I have left don't really talk to me, so I don't do Christmas much anymore.