My mom wrapped all the gifts and hid them in the closet behind sheets. I know because I found them but was to scared to touch them. Sometimes she would bring them to my Grandparents house who lived next door. To get to my bedroom you had to go through the living room. On Christmas morning, once she knew I was up, she would come in and put a paper bag over my head and lead me into the kitchen so I wouldn't see all the gifts Santa brought. Once in the kitchen she made me eat the biggest bowl of oatmeal and drink, what I thought was an endless glass of orange juice. I'm pretty sure she took advantage of the whole situation. Finally I was let loose and headed for the living room. I remember putting the gifts back under the tree to show relatives and friends also. I also remember taking turns opening the gifts. I always wanted to be last to savor the excitement. My Grandpa did test my patience though. He would slowly take out his pen knife and ever so slowly cut the ribbon, and in slow motion carefully open the box. It took for ever. Finally my Grandma would carefully collect the bows and save everything possible for next Christmas. God forbid you ripped a box. lol Such memories.