Let me tell you about the worst Christmas present I ever opened.
My parents would sometimes allow me the scandalous privilege of opening up one present on Christmas eve. One year when I was 9 or 10 my eyes were drawn to a curious cylindrical package. With approval from my parents, I was able to open this gift early.
Filled with the giddy excitement of getting a head start on Christmas, I made confetti out of the wrapping paper.
Then, my heart sank. Continue reading