After spending a bit of time shopping and swimming on Monday evening, we headed to the warehouse bright and early on Tuesday morning. I really do love this trip. It’s always fun to pack the boxes, but to volunteer in the warehouse for a day and make sure the boxes are ready for the kids who get to receive them is the best part. We inspect each box to make sure it contains appropriate items and then it doesn’t have to be inspected at customs. Then tape them shut, knowing that the next time they are opened it will be by a kid in another country who has possibly never received a gift of their very own before. Then they are packed into the bigger boxes and place on pallets, saran wrapped and are ready for shipment.
There is no shortage of fun things that you find in the boxes. Things I would never have thought to put in a shoebox. There is also no shortage of strange things put in those boxes. The weirdest thing this year was that there were hundreds of boxes, all apparently made by the same person or group, and they nearly all contained little balls of yarn. Other things too, like hand knitted scarves, and assorted school supplies and stuffed animals and things, but also these little balls of yarn. Of various colours and sizes. My table found as many as thirteen and as few as five in any given box. The people who donated these boxes were incredibly generous, judging by the amount of boxes they made, but we were all scratching our heads over these yarn balls. Not a bad thing, like other strange things we found, but just weird.