There once was a present; it seemed so unassuming. Then the recipient tried to open it. She laughed at its comical second and third layers of wrapping. And then came a fourth and a fifth. The Christmasy patterns failed to cease with each reveal. The girl who received it, so caught up in the hilarity of it, continued to laugh until she cried. Through welling eyes of merriment she continued to dig deeper past each layer. They kept on coming. Seriously, when was it going to end? The ordeal must have lasted a good ten minutes before the object contained was revealed.
It was a light, shaped like a bug. Still laughing, the girl thanked her giggling, thirteen year-old cousin, who beamed at the sight of her still surrounded by mounds of ripped paper.