A Short Holiday tale

We were early rising, mad dashing, noisy, romping Christmas kids. Even though we knew the story behind the celebration, like many other kids, we thought the holiday was all about us, instant gratification, presents, candy, treats, parades and not doing chores.

One year Dad tied all his boots and some cans to the door knob of our room and flipped them over the railing. When we tried to race out the door, first it wouldn't open, then it did and the boots kicked on the door while the cans banged about and made a terrible racket.

The parents woke up, of course. We were sent back and told we could open gifts when our rooms were clean. This should only take, ohhhh, FOREVER! And the parents slept on...

The amount of stuff that can be stuffed under a double bed was doubled that day! Beds were made, tops of dressers swept into drawers, rugs put straight and we raced back out to bang on the parents door. "We're DONE!"

After a sympathetic inspection we were allowed to head down stairs for our gifts!