This was the first year of my young adult life that I could think of something for my family to get me for Christmas. The normal response to their questions were "I don't care" or "Gift cards never hurt". But this year, I KNEW WHAT I WANTED! All I wanted this year, was socks. Awesome, nerdy, stupid, weird, socks. I was super excited to tell everyone in my family, and they were excited as well that I actually wanted something! Well, Christmas past, and my family apparently didn't think I was serious. I did get two pairs out of my large family, but the rest of the gifts were great, but sockless gifts. I was expected to be drowned in socks, set for the year. But my family (though literally all the gifts were thoughtful and great and I'm in no way complaining because I'm not the Devil) FAILED ME! (just with getting socks, I love my family)

I was worried that I'd have to get a rematch this year, but my Santa was nice enough (what everyone should do) to message me to let me know my gift was coming late. I come back home from the Christmas festivities in another state, and what's this? The gift from my Santa arrived! AND WHAT ELSE?!?! THREE PAIRS OF AMAZING SOCKS! THREE! THAT'S ONE MORE THAN MY ENTIRE FAMILY! THANK YOU SECRET SANTA!!!!! My love of food, America, and fanciness all put into one gift. Nailed it!