In today's guest post, Lauren shares her family's exciting gift-giving tradition — and the unexpected results of one surprising season. Check out her blog, Oh Lordy!
When Allie asked to for guest posters to share holiday pasts, I had a hard time thinking of one favorite memory. There have been canceled flights, Christmas eves spent in the airport, surprises spilled weeks in advance, taking a million self-timer pictures to get one shot of the dog looking straight ahead. But above all else, when I think back on my younger years, I’ll always remember our Christmas scavenger hunts.
Growing up my brother and I used to be notorious for getting up at the break of dawn Christmas morning, running down the stairs and ripping open our gifts. Looking back at it now, I feel bad for my parents who usually stayed up late putting together gifts and finishing up the last minute wrapping just to turn around and get up early to watch us tear into our presents.
As my brother and I got older, my parents tried to add a little excitement by hiding some of our gifts in the form of a scavenger hunt. We used to love following the clues around the house to find the rest of our presents. As time passed, Mom started to run out of clues for the hunt, so she would just hide our gifts around the house and then tell us to find them. Only problem with this is that she wouldn’t always remember where exactly she hid the gifts. Let’s just say, one year as we were moving the living room couch in JULY to clean the carpet, I found some forgotten Christmas gifts from 7 months earlier.
I loved those scavenger hunts and can’t wait to continue the tradition with our future kids.
