My worst time trying to hide Christmas presents was the year my daughter 5 or 6 at that time was having a 50cc italjet (motorbike). We put it under the stairs and then on Christmas eve a knock came on the door, daughter at my side and it was the electric man coming to read the meter, yes you have guessed it the meter was under the stairs, I said sorry you cannot read it today, very sternly he said madam you must let me. eventually after many more words and face pulling and gesticulations and even more warning as to why I must let him. He said he would come back after Christmas