I received the first package pretty early, and though it was difficult, I resisted opening it right away. The second came a few days before Christmas, but it was no easier. I was strong, I waited, and I was glad I did. As I opened the package from Australia, the contents made me smile. A calendar, a hat, a small stuffed kangaroo. Some candy, (though I wonder if the chocolate-covered Vegemite is a trick! I've had Vegemite before, on a dare, spread thinly on toast and tasting as if beer was given a body and a will to destroy society). All were thoroughly awesome, and any one thing would have made an acceptable gift, but all of it? Amazing. Then I opened the package that got here first, and couldn't stop grinning. A remote controlled drone with a camera? It must be a joke, the box must contain socks! It didn't, what I saw was what I got and I spent the next ten minutes laughing maniacally while I crashed again and again, and generally terrified all my pets. Not since I was 12 have I felt such glee, and that was so, so long ago. Thank you, thank you from the bottom of my heart. My cats will never forgive you, but you made my Christmas.