This time, I am going to tell you a story about how I once almost stole Christmas. Now don’t get too excited, I am no Grinch, but I was quite an excited kid back then. I can not remember how old I was, maybe around 7 or 8. Anyways, I always got very excited during Christmas time and presents practically were the most important part during that time to me. I used to get up so early just to see how big this time presents are and how big mine was. Like I said earlier, I always wanted the biggest one.
So one Christmas morning I got up like super early for a 7 or 8 years old. It was around 6 – 7 a.m. I swear I couldn’t sleep from all the tingles and excitement. I tipped topped to our living room and there it stood. A big pile of presents. I was squealing inside and probably outside too. I started looking through boxes and searching for the one with my name on it. Once I spotted it, I grabbed it. I also had this habit of looking once over with a hope that there are more for me. It never was, but it didn’t stop me from looking every time.
So I took my present and ran back to my room with it. I unwrapped my present and got very happy. I don’t remember what I got (apparently it wasn’t so exciting like a white carriage), but I know what I was very happy to get it. Once I calmed down a bit, I started thinking about the presents that are still out there in our living room and my fingers started itching with the need to open them up and look what others got.
And I did it. I actually went there, opened up my mother’s, father’s presents and I think few of my uncles and aunts. I got excited for them, I know, I was way too hyper. Let’s just say that my mother and father weren’t so happy about this thing I did. Because once I ran into their room and showed them that I unpacked their gifts and started listing that they got, they weren’t smiling. They got very angry at me and said that I supposed to only open my present and others are not for me, therefore I had no right to open them. That’s how I ruined my parents’ Christmas morning when I was 7 or 8. Yep. I do regret that now.
So, moral of the story, what’s not yours is not yours. Don’t envy others and don’t compare yourself to others, you have your own path and others have theirs. So don’t start going theirs because I can assure you that you won’t be happy. Also, open only your presents – it’s not nice to wake up on Christmas Morning and find out what you got through some person, who had the honour of opening them. Because let’s face it, unwrapping is the best part!
Do you have any funny Christmas stories?