Above: my "package" holiday...

My family didn't expect me to come home for Christmas this year, since I was studying abroad. I told them I'd ordered them a communal present over the internet that I'd had to have imported, and asked them all to be at my Mum's when my friend delivered their parcel cos he needed some help to carry it in.

So they brought the box inside, opened it up, and Lo and Behold, out I sprang! Ha ha, communal present! They did think it might be me, but then my Mum had convinced herself it'd be a sack of spuds and my sister thought it might be a toilet.

However, as soon as they'd all got over their near-cardiac arrests, my sister asked:

"So where's our present then?!"

Shit.

In the excitement of arriving home in a drum kit box, I'd forgotten all about Christmas...