When we opened the box, we found that not only did it contain the treasure, it also contained this guy.
Mr. Taleteller kept asking what it was. Finally, his brother-in-law confessed that he didn't know what it was, either, but his original intention had been to stick it into the vase and let it stand up in there. The only problem with that was that it didn't quite fit, but we laughed about it as did most of the rest of the family.
After the gift opening with Mr. Taleteller's family, it was time to go visit my family. We had a great time and then bundled up and headed home to let the dogs out. I forgot about the treasure for the time being, caught up in thoughts of what a lovely Christmas we've had this year. We drove home, unleashed the hounds and then carried all our Christmas loot inside to begin unpacking it and putting it away.
Soon enough, we unearthed the treasure again. Somebody here knew exactly what that thing was. The most ginormous stuffie ever invented to entertain a small greyhound is what it turned out to be. I have to admit, the true treasure of the box was watching Bunny have her way with that toy.
Now, I just have to figure out what to put in the treasure for next year. If you have an idea, we'd love to hear it!