I may have moved on from the Spraoi and Siamsa (do you remember those? do you remember the smell of those?) but one thing I haven't moved on from in the snow globe of a Christmas childhood is the selection box.
I will never move on from the selection box.
Now I will eat neither the Fudge nor the Chomp but if you touch my mini pack of Buttons, I will hunt you down like a turkey.
And this year, the stakes have been raised. Behold the selection box of my dreams.