Alright, so this is the 411: I, unfortunately, didn't get a very good first Secret Santa AT ALL. Nothing in the mail. No message saying "lol sorry." Anything. I was rather sad, but eh, I knew there was a good chance it might happen.

When the option to get reassigned to a new SS reached my email, I, of course, said yes. What followed I never foresaw. She messaged me kindly letting me know she'd gotten my information, and shortly after I received the email telling me my gift had shipped.

Now, I've been on lockdown because it's been cold as balls in my small town in Texas, so I didn't venture out into the mail until today. What I found changed me (but, like, in a great way). First of all, my Santa wrapped the box in the coolest tape. I was already excited upon seeing it in my mailbox alongside eight other books I'd ordered for the new semester, and this gift shined like Epic loot.

(This was my very first RSS!)

When I opened the box, the entire container was replete with all sorts of minty holiday candy, and a lovely holiday card rested atop. Then, as I dug in, I saw that every present was sweetly packed in the most adorable Hello Kitty wrapping paper (seriously, it was the cutest!), and I knew I'd gotten supremely lucky in being assigned to this lovely human being.

I opened each gift in an increasing frenzy, each one getting a squeal of pure, unadulterated joy. I just couldn't believe they kept coming, seriously. I was shaking like a six-year-old getting one of those little electric Barbie cars. I haven't felt that way in a long time. :)

Dearest Santa, thank you so much. I love love LOVE it all and I could not be more grateful. I send you the biggest hug and I hope you have a superb year. Thank you, most infinitely, for being so kind, generous, and thoughtful. Thanks to you, I have fuel for my sweet tooth, my girly side, and my caffeine addict. You are the bestest. <3

What you gave me was, effectively, Christmas in a box.