My Secret Santa sent me a message a few Saturdays ago saying that he was heading to the mall to find me something awesome. Do you understand this? He went to the mall on a Saturday in December. Bravery and valor? Those_Silly_Ducks is all over that.

A few days later, I got a notice on Steam that my Santa had gifted me LA Noire, the game I'd been saving up for these past few months. I've been too busy to really get a chance to play it, but I'm looking forward to wasting hours with it when work dies down after the holidays.

But Those_Silly_Ducks didn't stop there. He also sent a box of tangible awesome, which included a Doctor Who color-changing mug, Mayan hot cocoa, a Pike Place Market cookbook, a t-shirt with a character on it that I think I should really look into, a chocolate-filled candy cane, and a nice postcard written in orange-red ink.

I took pictures of everything, then my phone died. I fell asleep while it was charging, after promising him that I'd post the pictures and all that night. I'm sorry I let you down, Those_Silly_Ducks, but it had really been a rough day. Your gifts deserved a more prompt response.

Thank you, Those_Silly_Ducks! You really made my day. I can't wait to come home tonight and enjoy that hot chocolate from my new Tardis mug!