Christmas is the most important time of the year for my children. They get up extremely early to see what Santa has left them under the tree and in their stockings. They scope out which presents are theirs and which one has the biggest. We let them open their stockings and then have breakfast. Then settle around the tree to pass out and open gifts, the normal Christmas morning traditions.
With breakfast out of the way and presents to be open, my three boys waited expectantly for their presents. My husband put on the Santa hat and started to pass out presents. There was so much excitement over all the new stuff. The presents under the tree started to dwindle and the empty boxes and torn wrapping paper grew.
Finally, all the gifts were open and everyone was enjoying their new things. We picked up all the wrapping paper and empty boxes, put all of the children’s gifts in individual piles and relaxed. “Wait,” I said, “there is still a gift to be opened!” Everyone looked under the tree, on the tree, around the tree and then at me. “We got them all mama,” my oldest son said. “No, there is one more for Daddy,” I replied. My husband just looked at me and I beckoned for him to follow me.
I had put his gift in an obvious place and expected him to find it right away. Our bedroom was very small and hiding a large gift should have been impossible. I sat down on the bed and my children joined me. They already knew where it was, but did a very good job keeping the secret. We sat there, watching him look for his gift. He looked under the bed, in the bureau and in the closet, but nothing was there.
It was very amusing watching him look for something that was right in front of him. What made it even more comical was that his gift had been in the same place for the last two weeks. He was getting frustrated with my amusement at his expense and sat down on the edge of the bed. I simply closed the door to reveal his very large present. His mouth dropped, he put his hands to his face and we all laughed. He shook his head and opened the very last present.
I had gotten him a gun cabinet that was not quite as tall as the door and half the width. We never shut the door to our room because it never stayed latched, but you could see the wrapping paper from the side. He never thought to look there. He could not believe that it had been there for two weeks and he had never seen it.
He was so embarrassed that he could not find the biggest gift that Christmas and, of course, we don’t ever let him forget. If you really want to hide something large, just put it in the most obvious place.