Every year, like clockwork, the biggest holiday of the year somehow sneaks up on people —which is wild, considering Christmas has been on Dec. 25 for, oh, a couple thousand years .

Radio stations start blasting Christmas music the moment the Thanksgiving dishes hit the sink (or earlier, if they truly hate joy). Your neighbors immediately respond by inflating an army of rooftop Santas, reindeer, snowmen, and at least one massive Christmas tree that could double as a runway beacon for low-flying aircraft.

And yet— yet! —despite all these glowing, jingling, Mariah-Carey-screaming hints, shipping that package you absolutely, positively must get there on time still manages to come as a shock. Every. Single. Year.

So after decades of dealing with last-minute mailers—the folks sending th

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