I could so be Santa Claus.....if I hadn't lost those 15 pounds.... lol
But on Christmas morning, I was the one who got to pass out the presents on Christmas morning at my house and at my grandparents'. I was the one that got to dig under the tree and identify each present and make sure it got to the right 'pile' for each person. It was fun getting to see the different shaped presents and styles of wrapping of each present. I usually tried to guess what it was and if I knew what was in the box or bag I would giggle to myself when I handed it to that person. Almost like "Tee hee I know what it is!"
We had a lot of grandkids in my family, and I never knew why I was the one to always pass out the presents. Maybe they wanted to put me to work. Maybe they enjoyed seeing me run around like a weirdo and laugh to themselves about it. Maybe no one else would do it. For whatever reason, I loved it and loved being the center of attention while doing it.
But now that I'm older, I don't want to be. Maybe I'm becoming a recluse in my old age, but I like sitting out of the spotlight. I usually try to make the now grandkids do it, but then realize none of them can read very well or have a very long attention span. Then Jeremy or me usually has to kick in and help them out in order to get the presents done before the end of Christmas. lol
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