Once upon a time (think high school, which really was ages ago), in a land far away (Georgia), Christmas traditions were a little different for a family of three. Growing up, my dad lived in Illinois and my mom lived in Georgia. So, most Christmas breaks, my brother and I spent in Illinois with my dad. Because it was one of the longer breaks we could spend. So, the tradition during that time was for us to open our presents the evening we got out of school for break, since we would normally fly to Illinois the next day. Often, I would want my mom to have presents to open on Christmas Day, so she would open some of our presents with us and save some. I usually had her open the presents that I wanted to see her open. This particular Christmas, she asked for new cereal bowls. So I got them, but I really didn't care if I saw her open them, so I left them under the tree for her. Fast forward to when we got home from my dad's house and I went into the cabinet for the first time to find a HUGE stack of cereal bowls, more than I had bought her. Had they multiplied? No, between me leaving for Illinois and Christmas Day, Mom went shopping. She didn't think any of the presents under the tree looked like cereal bowls, so she bought her own. And then she opened more on Christmas. And for some reason, we just kept them all instead of returning some.
So, now I have four of these bowls because a couple of our bowls at the apartment broke, and I didn't really think Mom would miss a few bowls! If you ever visit her, you can have ice cream and cereal and soup and anything else you might eat out of a bowl without ever having to wash anything for several days!
Needless to say, we instituted a new rule that you cannot buy anything for yourself in the month of December, especially if there are presents under the tree.
Oh, and they all lived happily ever after. The end.
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