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You will not find the new hot gift this holiday season on the store shelves, or your favorite e -commerce site.

People are selling packages with undeclared mail, and you don’t know what’s inside until you open them.

For example, Florida-based Fundelivered has sold 90,000 packages in three years, according to founders Rebecca Dallman and Jena Butler-loading everything from a “mini” 39.98 dollars in a “party-size” box with hope.

Some customers are fixed to homeless loads, such as buyer Rachelle Harris, told The Wall Street Journal she plans to give her family undeclared Christmas second in a row this year.

And before you laugh, consider the potential-Harris said that last year, her buying gave her everything, from a Knock-off Chanel bag to a human size Bowser suit, not to mention a gang of id- False ves.

Mostly, for her family, she said, was about laughter.

“Most of all we opened it was funny,” Harris said. “I posted videos on Facebook and my sister -in -law said she couldn’t stop watching them because we were laughing so much.”

However, a woman, Susan Shuweihat, learned the difficult path that not every gambling pays.

Shuweihat told Priza that her boss eagerly did not want a birthday gift, but she went up and on.

The thirsty employee manually handed over a box with undeclared mail to his home and observed him and his wife opening him inside. Like what Buddy ELF got Walter Hobbs, first a sex part of the underwear came out of the box – followed by a very wild meat light.

“They thought I would set everything,” she said.

Others, as medical professional Anna Antonopoulos from Oregon, have had more professional success with the game of the occasional mystery. She routinely leaves boxes with undeclared mail in her work room.

“At the end of the change, we open them and get some really funny things,” she said.

Antonopoulos boldly gave a box her 11-year-old niece even on her birthday. While it was suitable for age, it was certainly not a gift that most tweens would accumulate.

The package was a photo blanket of a man with a beard, his partner and a child with the day € day the happy mother’s day, Tiffy.â €

Despite, said the aunt of the year, “is her favorite blanket.”

â € Prey to sleep with him every night.â €