Every year it’s the same thing. Kids waking up on Christmas morning to tear the gift wrapping to shreds, to get at their presents. How do you think those presents feel? They are bound by ribbon, wrapped up tight with bright colored wrap and held hostage under the tree until your grimy-fingered rugrats appear at the break of dawn one morning and slice them to pieces!

Well, now the tables are turned. This year, the presents will be opening the kids! I love how even though you can’t see what’s in little Susie’s torso, the boy present is just yanking a firetruck out of little Bobby. Serves him right. Bobby was a whiny greedy brat! And look at all of the children under the tree that they still have to open.