Needle-Laced

The truth often contains many lies. And for sure, fiction is stranger than the truth in all its disguises. You see, when we were but pirates this was for sure a stash of buried treasure left behind by the likes of  Black Bart. Shinny, gold doubloons brimming to the top. On other days when dressed in army gear, from head to toe including our heavy helmets, it was loaded with a cache left behind by the Germans in their bunker. On our horses after we had ridden into the canyon, it was a treasure trove hidden away by the bad guys on the run, that for sure had a hefty reward attached. We'd spend the reward on pretty girls dancing at a local saloon. Sure, we certainly had well-cultivated imaginations. As you can see, I had a full plate, along with hitting homeruns at Gulliver's, struggling to make one more catch at the goal line in a fading fall sun, discovering the fairer sex, listening to record with friends long into the night and about one million other things.
You are correct. 
We took deep breaths in a mighty dream world.

And now back to THIS world...
This box was found on a long, meandering driveway last week.
You bet I looked inside.
Contents: buckets of sand for ice and snow and two shovels.
Truth or fiction: What's your pleasure?