Christmas memories

My memory is not good enough to remember when this happened.  But, I do remember when I was about seven years old climbing up the shelves in my parents closet in Fairbanks to see what good things they had stashed.  Clearly, when those same items showed up under the tree on Christmas morning, I knew where they had come from.  But, that didn't diminish the joy of Christmas at all.  Just made me feel clever.  I suspect all of you have done the same.