Well, not really tattered, but the magic has been sort of compromised.
Over the past few weeks, we bought a little bit at a time for my boy, and hid it VERY VERY carefully, the first place of BULK hiding is the downstairs bogs, as they have a cupboard that allows BIG spiders and Jakep to get inside..So I know for a fact he won't even open the doors to this little hidy hole.
So everything has been hidden well and truly, and today, I manage to get him to piss off with his mother down to the grandmothers.
This gives me the time to remove from the cupboard, check for Jakep and big spiders, then assemble, add batteries etc, and then hide in the number two place HE NEVER EVER GOES!!!
The spare bathroom upstairs! (He pisses out of the bedroom window rather than go into that room!)
All sorted, everything hidden behind the shower walls...and bare in mind, between his stupid Grandmother and his mother, he has not ventured into this room for about 2 YEARS! due to the fear of ghosts!
so I thought I was onto a dead cert.
Everything just ready to pull out in the darkest hours, and put under the tree...not a big problem.
So, I was outside spraying yet more fucking Roundup on grass and weeds that refuse to die...and I hear this SHRIEK from the upstairs windows...."MAE MAE...I've found my presents!!!!
I could not believe it!
Upon interrogation, he said that he thought about all the places he would not go, so decided to go and look for the presents there!
The little shit found everything in ten minutes.
So, we simply decided to let him have the lot tonight. He is over the moon, and to be honest, I thought it would save me getting up at 4am tomorrow, but no!
He has bought some "lucky bells" for Santa...and he wants to speak to Santa at 5 am...the wife has already chucked the red Santa suit into the spare room...guess Santa will be smelling of OLD CHANG BEER in the morning!