After I found out there was no Santa Claus (my big sister told me when I was six), I became one of those kids who couldn’t wait until Christmas morning to find out what I was getting. I tried every Christmas to be good, but I could never resist the temptation to snoop and over the years I developed this into an art form. . .
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