It was a bleak Monday morning. Time seemed to stand still as I attempted to invigorate my brain into gear through willpower and caffeine. Little did I know, that downstairs at my workplace the door had been squeaked opened by a creature of long standing reputation for delivering things....a delivery man.

I heard his footsteps on the stairs as he trudged solemnly to bring packages, parcels and letters that can delight, enthuse, sadden and even bemuse the recipient. My heart skipped a beat, could this be the day that I receive my T-Shirt exchange gift? I had pondered it each time this wholesome being had presented himself at my workplace, and each time I had been left in waiting as less important items got dispatched to my colleagues.

He knocked three times on the office door, before I yelled "come in!" in the finest baritone I could muster. His smile greeted all of us, as if he knew that what was contained in his satchel would make one member of the team as delighted as a puppy discovering a new limb they never knew they had.

His white teeth flashed in my direction as he announced my full name to the rooms population. I saw a black and clear polythene bag being slowly withdrawn from his satchel. Red bubble was stamped across the front and it looked faintly t-shirt shaped...but could it be? I bound over to him, helpless to my own dramatic overreaction of being summoned by the man who bears the parcels. As the package was exchanged to my hands, my breath stuck in my throat. I attempted to stammer a thank you, but no words came...only a sincere aura of gratitude escaped my persona. He accepted this with a wry grin and a nod, and turned to leave.

He left, slamming the door almost through the frame as I took my seat. Now I was breathing thick and fast, with waves of excitement and nervousness interchangeably rattling through my milky bones. I gripped the bag, fearlessly pulling it apart. Therein lay a t-shirt. A white t-shirt. I have always said white t-shirts look the most badass, though never through any kind of meaningful communication method. As I unfurled the t-shirt the true shock began to set in. I gasped as a beautiful vectored coat of arms thrust itself into the limelight of my soul. It contained a barbers brush, and a pair of scissors sporting a wicked edge, set against a brilliant sunburst, all in the colour scheme we all know and love - orange, blue and white. I am a long term active member of the Wicked Edge subreddit - a subreddit devoted to the art of gourmet shaving with classic razors such as a the double edged razor and the straight edge or "cut-throat" variety. It was clear that this generous gifter had done his/her research.

It had arrived, and it was truly glorious. My thoughts went immediately to my anonymous Gift-God. He had supplied me with a most elegant and fantastically designed t-shirt. The content on the shirt is beyond awesome, and the fit is snug and perfect, presenting my frame neatly and sexily. Moreover, the shirt was made in LA by people with matching socks, with the art being supplied FROM THE OTHER SIDE OF THE WORLD by a New Zealand artist. I feel extraordinarily lucky to have been given this delightful present. A true global effort went into this shirt, and now it sits humbly on my shoulders. I will do my upmost to warrant the wearing of this shirt, and I will cherish it always.

May the sender enjoy a life of happiness, for he or she is truly a most excellent example of how incredible the human race can be.

Thank you.