Funny gift from Jon's folks.  Ink pens that box, clever.  Not as clever as silly string, but clever.

There I am opening up my first gift.  Thanks mom, of course with no letter the contents of the box were left up to my deductive reasoning.  The bubbles I thought cute but likely unusable.

Then came the rice crispy treat, fun for the whole family.  I knew what to do with those.

Then I got deeper and deeper into the box (so to speak) and discovered several coloring books, boxes of crayon, pencils, pens (which I kept), socks (which I initially kept as well, but then noticed they were size 6 youth, obviously for someone else) and various other school supplies for children.  Then it hit me.  My mom had sent school supplies for the less fortunate children of Afghanistan.  More importantly I will be the one to give these these supplies out and will give them to an all girls school.  For some reason this country views girls as inferior or second class for the most part.  Well, I may not be able to change the whole country or culture between now an March but I through my moms kindness I will help out a few school aged girls with some supplies where the boys usually get first pick.

Jon pictured here with a shipload of teas his folks sent in his Christmas present.  Little does he know I will be liberating him of most of them just like the fake Indians at the Boston Tea Party baby!  Where is my war bonnet? 

The final and probably coolest gift for any true "red neck".  Whether far from home or on the front porch of the single wide, moon pies are a welcome addition.  Right up there with white tank tops, NASCAR, and natty light. 

Thanks for the hat mom!