Just had a call from a mate whose father had sent his granddaughter a Betty Crocker Magic oven that lets kids bake actual cakes. Unfortunately my mate opened the second package first, to find that his father had sent a box of lightbulbs to an 11 year old girl for Xmas. There follows 6 hours thinking that dad had kicked off the edge and wondering how much of it was genetic.
Fortunately, when came time to bake the first cake, the instructions call for a lightbulb to generate the heat for the oven and his Pa had sent a box of bulbs so his last-minute son wouldn't be racing around the house trying to scavenge a 100 watt bulb, or trying in vain to find someone to sell him one.
I love it, everyone should start Xmas with a box of lightbulbs wondering what the hell is going on here.