It’s the Surprise that Counts
When I was about ten, I misspoke and accidentally told my mom what I had gotten her for Christmas, on Christmas Eve.
She screamed at me so much that she had no voice the next day, and she unwrapped all of my presents and threw them at me.
Then she turned out all the lights and went to her room, leaving me sitting on the floor in the dark, covered in wrapping paper and presents. I still don’t exactly know what that was all about. Story credit: Reddit