Knowing where the christmas presents were was the most awful responsibility in the world. You had to find a reason within yourself not to open the edge of the wrapping paper to peak at the present. I never really found that reason, and i think my mother didn’t either (which is why i always put her presents out at the last possible hour). Of course, until recent years my mother didn’t get a whole lot from me for christmas, but she she gave me plenty, which made the burden worse for me. Now it’s been reversed a bit, but i think you get my point. I’m awful like that … no one should ever leave me to my own rationalizations in order to stay away from something. Because, it never works. Never.