I have probably posted about this one before, but it bears repeating.
It had to be in the 1970's as we lived on A street.
Charles woke me up about 3 am Christmas morning. " Ken you should see all the presents out there." He'd been peeking. He started describing the haul we were gonna get come early morn. I believe he had a bike out there, walkie talkies, and assorted other goodies. As he described more, I couldn't keep it in any longer. " i want to see". I imagine he struggled with the idea for a bit, It was one thing to describe what he saw but to take his little brother out there and let him peek too, that could land him in all sorts of hot water. Of course he finally gave in, he was ghonna take me to see what gifts were out there. " Don't just run out there I'll take ya and we don't want to wake mom or dad. So we started heading down the hall, but just as i reached the "promised land" I felt his hands suddenly reach around and cover my eyes. Now at this house you could walk through our living room to the kitchen and circle back out the hall and back toward the bedrooms. This is exactly what we did too. The whole time his hands imprisoning my eyes as I am sure I struggled to be free so I could see the presents too. Didn't get to see them until the next morning.
I guess Charles felt he kept his promise to me yet still kept himself out of too much hot water.