There's something about the closet in my gym being filled with wrapped presents that signals to my girls the beginning of Christmas. And no matter how old they get, they still have to look through all of the presents and make an accounting of who has the most. (I sent this picture to Amy since she isn't home to snoop through the closet herself).
I used to store the presents in the basement to keep little ones from getting in to them, and it has become one of the girls' favorite traditions to bring the presents upstairs on Christmas Eve. And that's when I gulp a little and say, "Well, maybe I overdid it just a bit."
