Better fess up eh?

I have been thinking a lot about presents lately. As a child, my curiosity got the better of me. I scouTed out present hiding places like you wouldn't believe. Probably the one place I wouldn't have thought to look is the old cliche - under mom and dad's bEd. I found presents on the top shelf of my closet (now mom, you'll have to admit that was just a bad hiding place). I found presents in the back of mom's closEt. I found presents under the stairs. I found presents in the basement, in the middle of a large barrel filled with old clothes and topped with heavy blanKets. I'll even admit to opening a present under the Christmas tree and the wrapping it back up (that's what you get for wrapping you present early Dad). I guEss I was naughty, but I wasn't always alone. But I'm not naming names.