With five kids running around a smallish house, there are blessed few places to stash a super-secret Christmas gift that I want to have as a surprise on Christmas morning. Forever I’ve just had to tell the kids, “If you want a surprise, then stay out of my bedroom closet from November 15th on.”
Then last year my brother-in-law and his bride moved around the corner from us. Boom. Instant Christmas hiding places. They’re off-site, and they have a room that the kids simply would never go into, even if they happened to be visiting their aunt and uncle. Problem solved.
I was listening to the radio and listening to some people on a call-in show tell where they hide the presents. One lady said she has a secret closet behind the toilet in her master bathroom. That’d be nice. I think someone said something about old diaper boxes. But one lady had the most ingenious idea ever:
Hide the presents under the piles of dirty clothes on the kids’ bedroom floor.
They’ll never find them there.