Well, I have, on a drunk night's stupor, signed up for the Secret Santa after being absent for like five years.

And then I decided it was a good idea to mess around and write up a bunch of limericks and other poorly-thought-out poetic forms for a wish list.

And here comes the comeuppance--in the form of a gift.

Thanks for the gifts! You're too kind.

Also, I probably deserve the dictionary.

Edit: a late present came-"The Pillars of the Earth" by Ken Follett. Seems pretty interesting so far. Thanks!