Toby'shuman

We all know there is a sock monster who hides under the bed, ready and willing to pounce on that stray sock, to drag it away so that it is never seen again. (no I don't mean a Dobe). Well I have now come to the conclusion he (the sock monster) has taken his thieving activities up a notch or two. Allow me to explain.

Every Christmas I take to hiding my Christmas presents so certain somebodies (hubby and son) can't find them.
I usually think up ingenious places to stash them and this year is no exception, except.

One of my gifts has gone missing. Now I have searched the area where I stashed it, from top to bottom, Toby helped me, bless, but nope, it has gone.

The other presents were all there, each and everyone. So of course suspicion fell on hubby and son. Well within seconds I knew it wasnt hubby because all last week he was with me in the UK, and I know it was there before we left. But the day I come to wrap them, one as I have said is missing.

Ah ha! It must be my son. But nope, I have grilled that boy to within an inch of his life and trust me, he cannot resist the onslaught of a mum on a mission when it comes to getting the truth out of him.

So I would like to send out an appeal.

Dear Sock Monster. ( I know it was you, who else could it have been?)

Please curtail your pilfering activities, it is bad enough we now all have odd socks to contend with, but to take someones Christmas present is just bad form.
Please return it so that when I search the area I hid the other presents in I find it.
Otherwise I will have no other recourse but to set Toby onto you and he will Doberchomp you into the next life with no hope of medical intervention being possible.

Beaumont67

I have a Christmas confession to make...45 years late though.

Growing up on the 50 acre beef/pork farm, we had our artifical pine tree (only elm trees, in the back 2 acre swamp) with lights and glitter all set up, and once the 2 kids presents went underneath...the suspense of what my twin brother and I would get, was killing us (were probably 10 years old)...a week before the holiday.

So with our parents out of the house once for 1/2 hour, my bro and I precisely removed the tape and wrapping paper off one end of each box...for a wee pick inside, too read the carton &/or look at the ink printed picture.
Then put it back as perfect as before...and we look surprised, opening gift's...He-He...but it sure stopped us whinning for clues and shacking the few boxes, all the time...we still looked very surprised, tearing off the wrapping paper Xmas day.
- now I finaly feel better, getting that old secret, off my chest

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------------Kelly & (Amy - RIP @ 11.7 y/o)