Unboxing the mysterious package. Mysterious on account of the fact I have no recollection of purchasing, ordering or otherwise experiencing any annual events that denote gift-giving as a tradition.
:33< cant wait to learn whats inside!
I have inspected the packaging, there seems to be no return address, only an ink stain where one should be. The rest is merely nondescript expanse of cardboard and unworthy of further commentary. I shall venture onwards.
I have unsealed the box, with my trusty athame, which yes, fellow practitioners, I am entirely aware that using a magickal tool in this way is ill-advised at best and potentially cataclysmic at worst, but it was within reach and suitable for the task at hand.
If this is what lies within, I will be invoking the Great Beasts.
Oh my...
For posterity over the multiple instances of all Lalonde's and Strider's, within which multitudinous blood-ties and relations spread, I will be keeping the contents of the package to myself. Tldr; I don't want my mother to know what is in here. You understand.