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My sister and I must have been exceptionally good children; Mum would say "don't go in my wardrobe, the Christmas presents are there" and we never did!
And I must have been exceptionally bad.
At around nine years old, I remember searching for Christmas presents, and finding them hidden in a large blanket box.
I sneakily opened the corner of at least one (the one I still remember was a child's tapestry of a girl on a horse going over a jump). I never let on, and was still just as delighted to receive the said gift on Christmas day.
Since then, I have realized that I prefer to know in advance what is going to happen, whether good or bad. That way, I adjust my expectations accordingly and am less likely to be disappointed. It's just the way I am, and hopefully doesn't make me a bad person!