Years ago I made a little boy to go under the tree. He is only made with shoes and long jeans - no upper body. He slides under the tree as if to look like a small child has climbed under there looking at the gifts. Someone had a short poem and the only part I remember is "I'm not peeking". Does anyone remember this? I haven't been to this forum in quite some time but I see there are still a lot of the oldies but goodies on here. Since I paint a lot I am usually on the Tole Painting forum - hope you don't mind me stopping by.

Bebe