LOL, Alice...great sig...I'd love to see those packages under my tree too!
Speaking of under the tree- when I was probably 8 or 9, I was really sick a few days before Christmas, flu or something. My mom asked my grandpa to get me some meds and soup and stuff from the store, she didn't want to drag me out of the house to go to the store.
He had a key, so he just let himself in. Our dog was alseep under the christmas tree...when he heard the door open he freaked out, jumped up and completely knocked over the tree. We're talking sideways, on the ground, ornaments everywhere.
Another time my grandpa got my grandma these fuzzy purple slippers for Christmas. The looked like dust mops. She HATED them! When she opened them she said "Great! Now I can clean the floor ALL THE TIME!"