BUT, one year for Christmas, I did it.
I was probably about 9 or 10. I decided I wanted to know what one of my Christmas presents was before Christmas Day. Why? Because I was a kid. The one I picked was a rectangular shape, about 2 inches thick, and was heavy. Why I picked this one I'll never know. Each night I'd rip a little piece of the paper back. My reasoning was that it wasn't as bad because it was a little each day. Right?
One night I could finally see enough of it. I knew what it was. A Bible. Talk about a guilt trip. But, did I feel guilt? Nah, my initial thought was something along the lines of, "BORRRING." Now, the Bible isn't boring, but when you're a 10 year old girl who wants to get her ears pierced and get clothes from limited 2 and buy accessories from Claire's, a Bible is no fun.
Later on, of course, I realized it was a wonderful gift from my mom and dad. So, thanks mom and dad ... even though I was a cheater. It certainly sucked the fun out of 'opening' the present on Christmas day, but I learned my lesson and never did it again. :)