It's not surprising... I mean, it *is* the Christmas season. The kids are bound to try to sneak a peek at their presents.
So, keeping them out of our master bedroom closet has been essential.
Waiting to wrap gifts until a little closer to Christmas (to give them less time to snoop under the tree)has been a must.
Keeping everything stored in black plastic garbage bags has been a crucial part of the plan.
And when it's finally time to wrap all those goodies... downstairs by the fire... enjoying a glass of wine... next to the Christmas tree... watching a holiday classic on television... after the kids have gone to bed...
"You've had your drink of water. You've had your bedtime story and your goodnight kiss. Do NOT get out of bed, and do NOT come downstairs."
Well, some things are just critical. ;)
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1 comment:
Doesn't everyone need a way to keep their kids from coming downstairs while they wrap presents? Can't trust the little boogers, so a temporary barricade of red cellophane (which I just happened to have in the gift wrap box) works perfectly ;)
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