Sunday, December 20, 2009

Queen of Peekless Packages

When it comes to wrapping presents  I have to boast. I am Queen of Peekless Packages. I wrap in such a way that the kids can't guess what is inside by shaking, unwrapping, smelling or feeling.

Unfortunately, that's because when I was a young girl, I was the Princess of Peeking.  One year, I totally ruined Christmas for myself because I had  peeked into each package.

I begin my plot in the Fall, saving boxes for wrapping. By mid-December, I had two cupboards in the garage filled with boxes.  I save all sizes, so that every item is in a box. Things like CD's, books and clothing are too easily identified if you wrap them as they are. One little fingernail slice through the paper, and you know exactly what you're getting.

Then, I implement my best trickster techniques.  If it's something noisy, like Legos, I actually open the cellophane packages and put the legos in ziploc bags, adding something to muffle the noise.  If it is something quiet, like a sweater, I may add marbles or legos to the box to give more appeal when the kids are shaking the box.

I rub the tape with my fingernails until it is so securely attached to the paper, it cannot peal off without tearing the paper.

If the wrapping paper is see through, I wrap the package first in newspaper.

Some years, I develope a coded and put a number or a symbol on the packages instead of their names.  A few years, I just didn't put any names on the biggest gifts.  This backfired on me last year when I forgot what was in a few of the  packages and who they were for.  My hubby and I had to conference in the kitchen to ensure we correctly distributed the gifts.  This year I tagged ALL the presents with names.

If it is a very large present, I may hide it in the attic and wrap a note telling where to find the present in a very tiny box.  If it is a tiny present, I may wrap it in a big box.  I love the suspense, knowing I have really fooled my kids and kept their gifts a surprise.

When I was bragging about this  a few years ago, my oldest, Jana admitted to me, "Mom, we don't peek -  we don't even want to peek."

"You don't?  Why not?"

"It ruins the surprise of Christmas."


Tonight, I asked the kids if they had ever peeked at their presents.

They have shook them until the cows come home.  They have held them up to the light to see through the cheap wrapping paper I buy.  They have squished and poked and prodded and smelled.  But, they never have peeked.

Jon confessed to opening the package enough to see the back of the box was red. 

Bethany admitted she shook a package until she was convinced she was getting a fossil for Christmas.  She doesn't remember what the gift was, just the surprise that it wasn't a fossil. She did admit to peeking at her siblings' presents.

But, nobody has peeked at their own presents.

Nobody has opened a package and rewrapped it, like I did.

Nobody opened just one end of the package to see what was inside, like I did.

Nobody has "accidentally" poked a hole in a package to peek through, like I did.

Nobody has peeked in closets, under beds, and in all hiding places to peek at the presents before they were wrapped, like I did.

I am the best wrapper, because I was the worst peeker.

Since kids always love to do the opposite of what their parents do, then it is still useful for me to be the Queen of Peekless Packages, because all my grandkids will probably be peekers.

So....have you been naughty and or nice?  Did you peek?  Anybody have any Anti-peek-Techniques that I missed?


  1. I have to admit I never peeked. I never even lifted up the packages and shook them. Never looked for the presents in the closet. We were very obedient children, and I am convinced that my mom didn't know how good she had it. Well, until she has been watching my kids, that is. A few times she has informed me that we were never like that. Not calling me a bad parent, or anything, just in wonder and I think a small glimps of how good we really were.

  2. Mindy, you know momma use to work all of the time. So, we were alone all of the time. She would keep the gifts in the truck of our old broke down Ford or Chevy lemon of a car, (something funny) when she would put us on punishment from the tv she would also take the tv cord off and put it in the run down car. What was in the trunk of the car was worth more then the car itself. Christmas she would wait until we were asleep, which with so much anticipation and excitement it was hard to fall asleep. I was 11, the oldest sneakiest of them all and pretended to be asleep. Looking outside at exhausted, wore out, uneducated, under paid, over worked single mother pulling out gifts. the guilt came over me as though i had stolen Christmas from my mom. that was the night i stop believing in Santa and start believing in my mom.

    she is the best


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