True story. Derek lives around the corner from me. One Christmas he invited me around for drinks. When I got there, it was very odd - the door was opened but there was no sign of him. I left myself in. All the downstairs lights were on and an open fire was blazing away. I called out a few times but got no response. I noticed some gifts under the Christmas tree and picked one up. 'To Derek - Merry Christmas' it said. Soft and squishy. Probably a sweater I thought. I picked up another which also said 'To Derek - Happy Christmas'. Square, hard; more than likely a book. A third gift was also square but thinner and smaller. Probably a CD.
Seeing as my host did not appear to be there for whatever reason, I returned home. 'That was quick, did you meet Derek?', my wife asked. 'No,' I replied, 'but I felt his presents.'