In the house on Emerson, there was an attic over the garage that you could get to through Peb's room. This is where mom and dad hid all of the Christmas presents. (Heather will have to tell her story about what she did one year with all the presents in the attic...). Well every Christmas Eve, or at least a couple, Peb would have to sleep in my room on the floor. Seeing as we disliked eachother so much, I would be so perplexed as to why they would force this on Christmas Eve...bless my little heart...By the way, at Christmas, I remember loads and loads and loads of present under the tree, it seemed like a sea of gifts, mom and dad majorly hooked us up!
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