I have one gift that I refuse to open. It's from my mother and I have no idea what it is. I haven't really figured out why I refuse to open it. Do I think that the spirit of Christmas will live on as long as I have one more gift to open? Do I just not really care what it is? Am I saving it for when I need a pick me up? I'm just not sure. I think right now I feel that I got more than I deserve and perhaps I will never open it. She did ask me if I liked the sweater she got me and I don't recall getting a sweater. The weird thing is it is square, but not really clothes box size. I just don't know what I'm doing, but that should be the theme for my life. lol.