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Show The Summit County Bee Friday, December 15, 1989 Snooping at Christmas Time Doesn't Pay by Renae Robinson It was Dec. 1916 and I was four full of interesting looking packyears old. Christmas was just ages. They were laughing and talkaround the comer. Oh, this was re- ing and somehow I felt that it was ally going to be a good one. not time to show myself. So hidden Mamma had told us ail about Santa as I was under the table, my eyes Claus and said that if we were good took in every detail, packages were little girls, he would bring us some hidden in every conceivable node presents. She also was emphatic in and cranny. Then my parents went telling us that we must be good back downstairs. I followed when it because Santa would not tolerate was safe and they would not catch me. "bad kids. Does anyone realize how hard it Well, a few days went by and is to be good when you are four my curiosity finally got the best of years of age with a very active mind me. I sneaked up the stairs and into and an inquisitive nature? Oh, my the place where all the presents liule sister and I did promise to be- were hidden, truly not knowing have like angels and my sister kept they were our Christmas things. her promise well. She was only Still believing that Santa brought two and at two years of age it was everything. What a rude awakening! Inside the wrapping in one box easy. One day after the house was all was a beautiful little cast iron stove decorated, mamma asked our complete with little covers, a lifter grandma to come to our house and to raise the covers, a "handy" to set watch us while she and daddy a coffee pot upon, a warming oven shopped. My grandma was always to keep dinner warm while waiting partial to my baby sister, so it was for everyone to get to the table, a up to me to be quiet and entertain reservoir for keeping water hot. It myself. Well, I did much to my was a marvelous stove and just sorrow! what I had asked Santa Claus to After climbing the stairs to the bring me. What luck! second floor, I played house under Suddenly, there was a noise on mamma's little table, the one with the stairs and there was my the long crocheted cloth that hung mamma, tears rolling down her to the floor and made me invisible. cheeks. She just looked at me and Since it was nap time, what better for me Christmas was over. place to fall asleep. There I was in Mamma took me downstairs and my own little house warm and when daddy came home, we went into my room and what a talking cozy. wide I was not do to my ego, a real bottom awake, did Suddenly, voices were nearby and "oh no" spanking with a hair brush did. My someone was coming up die stairs, daddy was a good man but he was I could not move. Then the words very firm with us and as I later came through to me. Mamma and realized he was fair. For Christmas that year I did not daddy were home and they were coming upstairs with their arms receive the beautiful stove nor did any other presents from Santa come my way. No orange and apple in my stocking, which had been hung with care, just two pieces of coal. Christmas for me that year was as black as the coal in my stocking. I got mad. Little sister had a lovely time with her presents, believe me. I'd get even with her. I took all of her crayons and beat them to small pieces with a hammer. Then I fed them to little sister who thought they were very good. When she told mamma what had happened and why, her face was all purple, ted, green, yellow, and pink dots. The doctor was called, when he left, my daddy and I had another talk, one which I truly understood. Two things were impressed upon me that Christmas. Lying and snooping were things to avoid, and that there was really no. Santa Claus. The best part of my childhood ended that year. 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