PK Bloggin'

When I came home the other day, the Christmas tree was up. Even though I had wanted to help with it, I was kinda grateful that I didn't have to deal with the hassle. So, I checked under the tree. I expected to find nothing... And I did.
But the NEXT day, I checked again, and there was one! It was a fairly medium-sized box, wrapped in ordinary wrapping paper (ordinary wrapping paper=snowmen wrapping paper at our house... Mom has an obsession), and no bow. It also didn't have a label on it. Instead, the letters TO STACIE were written in big, black sharpie.
Don't get me wrong, I was excited. But also skeptical... I was certain it was my dad's handwriting... and I wouldn't classify him as a very generous guy. I mean, it was the only present under the tree... And usually my parents get ALL the presents wrapped, with bows and labels, THEN stick them under the tree. But this was the only one under there, obviously wrapped in a hurry with no bow or label.
I haven't opened it yet, but I've shaken it a few times. And I'm pretty sure I have a good idea of what's inside...