It was many many moons after all the other Redditors had received their Secret Santa presents and had settled down. It was the 3rd of January, 2012. I returned home from a trip to my Grandmother's house to find a white package, laying upon my doorstep. I blindly take the package in my arms, and walk in the house.

On closer inspection, the package was addressed to ME (I don't get many packages). I flipped the package over to reveal an adorably drawn Viking (best goddamn race) clutching a little axe. I promptly opened the package, gasping at the 3 packets of Haribo Tangfastics (my all time favourite sweet) and a pack of 6 colourful 'Party Play Flutes' (I have a thing for musical instruments). I then read the attatched letter, and jumped around for a bit.

This restored my faith in humanity. Go look up Ghoats, upvote all his posts or something. He's a truly great guy. Merry late Christmas, guys. Enjoy your 2012's.