Somebody (maybe Santa, maybe my mom) was crazy enough to put ice-cream sandwiches in the stockings belonging to me and my two sisters. 

The other things in our stockings were the weirdest assortment I've seen for years. A Hershey's Cookies 'n' Creme bar and nine or so little tiny chocolate bars in three different types (except I only got two types, because I don't like nuts). A couple of candy canes, but not the normal red-and-white peppermint candy canes, or the more delicious green-and-black chocolate mint ones. Nope. We got those not-quite-rainbow fruit-flavored candy canes, which I think are supposed to be cherry but really just taste like generic overly-sweet artificial fruit flavor. 

We each also got a pack of glowstick bracelets, four Jolly Ranchers (which I've never even heard mentioned in connection to ANY holiday before), four sugar-free hard candies (including two mints), and a collection of chocolaty candies that I think of as more normal for Christmas. (And a couple of other toys, none of them particularly normal for our family. When we get toys in our stockings, they're traditionally either a pack of really horrible cheap nail polish intended for little kids or fuzzy horses loosely related to My Little Ponies.)

^^^ my oldest pony, named Star Mint because these ponies have three stars on their hindquarters and she happened to be a pale blue-green color that has always seemed to be trying to be mint, to me. Due to the amazingness of my computer's camera, you can't see the stars and the color looks a lot bluer than in reality. She has a pink sister named Star Peppermint (I'm great at coming up with names, aren't I?) and somewhere my sisters have some ponies to match them, who are probably unnamed. 

But back to the ice cream. 

Yeah. Not actually entirely crazy, but... who'd ever expect to find it in their stocking?