I don't know about you guys, but at about the age of 6 or 8, I figured out that not being naughty took a lot more effort than what it was worth. Maybe my Mom didn't do a ood enough job in the recognition and rewards department, I don't know. But, then, neither did the rest of the world. The fun of being naughty far outweighed the rewards of being nice. And, with effort, I could struggle to be nice starting a few weeks before Christmas.
Or, maybe, a few days before. Anyway, that's the way it looked to me.
Or, maybe, a few days before. Anyway, that's the way it looked to me.