Merry Christmas! :D
If I tried this with any of my ducks, I would come out the other end of the encounter bleeding heavily and lacking fingers.
I just jammed so much crap into giftbags. Didn't even bother with tissue paper. Although my family has been threatened not to go near the tree and aforementioned giftbags, I do not hold out much hope because they are nosy morons (which is why none of this could be done in advance. Last year my brother absconded with every last food item I bought him the second I turned my back, and proceeded to get huffy and blame me for basically giving him the opportunity to do it). >:P Now the tree will look nice for a few short hours, until the time comes to decimate everything. . . .
Since I will inevitably get screwed over since I am the only one in the family who can afford to buy much (courtesy of plastic pending a few more paydays, but still), I bought myself plenty of presents, too. Who said I don't need a trio of Dooney & Bourke purses with ducks all over them? They were half-price on day seven of D&B's twelve days of Christmas sale, and IF you can hunt them down on eBay, they cost a lot more than I paid for brand new, genuine, unmolested ones. Yes, my OCD commands me not to touch used bags. Other people could have been groping them immediately after wiping their asses in a public bathroom or something, and feces-smeared straps don't scream Christmas. :D
Now my neuroses and I shall loaf quietly and play Farmville until my presence is required in some capacity. >:B