Every year, the same dilemma comes back: What am I going to give? An ugly sweater? A perfume that’s already been gifted ten times? A discounted “Best Grandpa 2022” mug? NO.This year, we switch to organized chaos mode.
Give… A LOST PARCEL.
Yes, a real one. The kind that’s traveled more than you, seen more sorting centers than an Olympic-level mail carrier, and contains… well… no one really knows.
And that’s the whole point.
Picture the scene: the tree is glowing, gifts are piling up, everyone is calm.
And then—BOOM—you show up with an anonymous cardboard box.
No name. No recipient. No return possible.
Just a rectangle of mystery that smells like adventure… and maybe a bit like packing tape.
People exchange looks.
Kids step back.
The dog growls.
Grandma clutches her rosary.
And you smile like a mad scientist.
Do we open it? Do we not? Too late—someone’s already ripped the tape off.
Suspense. Silence. Laughter. Or panic. Or total confusion.
It all depends on what’s inside: a neon cap? An object nobody can identify? A size 12XL T-shirt with a kung-fu dolphin on it?
WE DON’T KNOW. AND THAT’S WHAT MAKES IT BEAUTIFUL.
Because the real gift isn’t the object (thankfully).
The real gift is the storytelling, the epic moment, the ridiculous memory your family will still be talking about in 2057.
This year, dare.
Be rebellious.
Give something even the postal service has forgotten about.
Give a lost parcel from Icitatou.
And let the chaos begin.
