Remember a few weeks ago when Eric asked me for a Christmas wish list?
Eventually I did end up sending him a list. I asked for a new gold charm necklace or a grill.
(Not to be confused with grillz. No…this would be for steak.)
Then last week, he mentioned that he had bought my gift. A couple days later, I was looking for my sunglasses on his dresser when I noticed, front and center, a little white box.
What on earth could be inside?
I am not, as a rule, a gift peeker. I like to be surprised! I actually feel disappointed if people accidentally let what I’m getting for my gift slip.
But that was temptation just staring me in the face.
I wasn’t entirely sure that the box was even for me, so I decided to find out. When Eric came out of the bathroom, I was still standing in front of his dresser. “Hey, have you seen my aviators?” I asked him casually.
I watched him look at the dresser. Then I saw his eyes fall on the box and then I saw them flash with alarm.
Yes! For me!!!
Eric’s reaction was casual.
I raised my eyebrows to look innocent (I don’t know why I felt the need to do this, since I actually was innocent). “No,” I said.
Then casual turned aggressive.
“Why not?” I asked.
Then casual turned aggressive turned ridiculous.
Ohhh….well, that explains it.
Even after Eric left for work, I didn’t open the box. Even over the weekend, when he hadn’t bothered to hide it but had simply just moved it to the back of the dresser, I still didn’t open it. At this point, I didn’t know whether to be happy he trusts me so much or pissed that he’s taunting me.
I think he just knew I wouldn’t peek, because we actually had a conversation about this a couple weeks ago. I said that when I have kids, if I have clear evidence that they peeked, that gift is either going back to the store or going to a sibling. That’s what happens to little boys and girls who snoop. (You know how kids hate it when their parents say, “Life’s not fair”? My kids are going to hate it when I say, “Sorry I’m not sorry,” every time they act like brats.)
Like I said, I’m not a gift peeker. My thing is…what if you don’t like what you see? Sure, then you get to be upset privately and prepare yourself for the big day, but, for me, part of the fun of Christmas is looking forward to your gifts. Knowing your gift isn’t what you wanted takes all the fun out of that. Rather than spend a week working on my fake smile, I’d prefer to simply enjoy the days leading up to it, buzzed on the anticipation of a really good gift, and then go have a private cry in my bedroom later on Christmas Day. (Always claim “allergies.”)
I know you guys had so many funny things to share when I asked about exchanging gift lists with your SO, and today I’m curious to hear about your feelings on peeking. I think peeking is something that just begins in childhood and never really changes. Either you have the “Surprise me!” gene or you don’t. So…are you a peeker or not? Would you have opened the box? Have you ever peeked and been hugely disappointed? Did your parents ever punish you for peeking by not giving your gift?
Do share your tales of Christmas peeking past!