For Christmas I got him a package of three of those Kong squeaky tennis balls, and I got Lucy a stuffed bunny. Two days before Christmas, I was at work and got a call from my daughter. It seems that while she was distracted making cookies, he had picked his gift out from all the other presents under the tree, taken it into the other room, unwrapped it, and was working on the packaging when my daughter walked in and found him. He just looked at her and wagged his tail. Needless to say, she took the present away and we rewrapped it and made him wait til Christmas to open it!
What was really funny was that when I handed it to him on Christmas morning, he wasn't sure if he was supposed to open it. I had to encourage him. Once he got them open, though, they were like doggy crack. He was chewing on that squeaky ball all day.