Gah! The logic, it burns, it burns!

UPS delivered a very large box onto my doorstep this evening. Examination of the return address revealed that it had been sent by my parents; this is not unexpected, as they typically ship presents out here for the holidays so they don't have to schlep them on the plane. I'm not supposed to be lifting stuff (*any* stuff) right now, but I couldn't leave the box on the porch so I very carefully heaved it in the door and left it in the middle of my dining room floor. It was, to my surprise and chagrin, stupidly and unexpectedly heavy.

Not long afterwards, my parents called to tell me a box should be arriving tomorrow. I informed them that it had already been delivered:
My mother: "You should get a box via UPS tomorrow."
Me: "It just arrived about 45 minutes ago."
My mother: "Oh, great!"
Me: "We didn't open it."
My mother: "You can if you want. We shipped you our boots so we have something to wear out there."
My father: "...and a whole bunch of rocks we want to give to our friends."

Rocks and boots. Rocks and boots! There should be a song about rocks and boots.
Rocks and boots! Rocks and boots! Only one is nice when you put 'em on your foots! Or something like that...

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ETA: I must be really tired.

Rocks and boots! Rocks and boots!
Only one is nice when you put 'em on your foots!
Boots are for walking on the cold, cold ice,
And rocks in your stocking are oh so nice!
You can ship 'em
You can flip 'em,
When they're in a box
You can barely tip 'em.
Rocks and boots! Rocks and boots!
Nothing says "I love you" like some rocks and boots!

I know I'm gonna be adding to this in my head as the night progresses.