Jack: "Hey guys, guess what? It turns out to be a delivery man. Despite the biting chill outside, he is so cheerful about delivering Christmas gifts in time! On this note, I tipped him 10 dollars for his commitment...
Oh! It is from my beloved weird Uncle James. Oh how I miss him!"
Jack gave the shoe box sized parcel a vigorous shake. You heard a muted 'thud' sound.
Jack: "Oh boy, what could that be? An ancient tarot deck? A monkey's paw? Or may be a miniature Necronomicon!"
As you see Jack was feverishly seeking an entry point to tear away the parcel without permanently damaging its content, suddenly he stopped. He sulked for a second, then revealed you his predicament: a note at the side of the parcel written in bright red thick marker pen: DO NOT OPEN UNTIL X-MAS!
Jack gave you the 'puppy eyes' look. You were not sure if he was seeking for approval to open the parcel NOW or he was seeking solace for the fact that he was NOT supposed to open the parcel until tomorrow.