It is Christmas morning. I used to get up and sneak out to the Christmas tree and check the gifts. Take something back to bed to open and play with under my orange candle light in the window.
After my night time exploration, I would set a trap for my younger brother Jim, so that he wouldn't be able to do the same. One Christmas morning about 2 am I leaned a hollow brass pipe on the door to the bed room that Jim and Harry were sharing. In side the pipe was a brass rod. (These were items that I had found at the site of the construction of the new wing to our grade school.)
About 4 am, (ridiculously late!), I heard a crash in the hallway. Jim and Harry had opened the door to their bed room, the pipe and rod fell to the floor with a clatter. Then Jim stepped out onto the pipe in the dark. He fell down and the pipe with the rod inside rolled across the hallway and hit the opposite wall. The dog was barking. My father got up out of bed to see what was going on. "Jim, get back to bed!" was what he said.
I covered my laughter with my pillow as I listened to all the racket in the house on Christmas morning at 4 am.
