It's an old memory - started when I was little. I'm sure because I wouldn't stay in bed Christmas Eve and was even more eager to get up way too early on Christmas Morning! The traps were always simple, sometimes not more than bread pans at the top of the stairs that made a ton of noise when you accidentally kicked them down the stairs. It didn't matter that it was carpet - dad's ears were tuned into little footsteps. He would always say in a gruff voice, "Get back into bed" - which we would all run back to bed, only to try again. Most times to sneak down the see what Santa had left us. It was a great tradition - one that we've carried on with our own kids. Although, we can't do anything simple - it must be complex, which describes exactly what our traps are. They usually include motion sensors, fishing string and bells. Last night, we out did ourselves. It started with PVC pipe, bells and a big roll of tape. I must say, we have as much fun as the kids do. I've included a few pictures - for everyone with those memories!!
Merry Christmas!
