It was the day before Christmas (in Iceland, I understand some people like to wait until the 25th?) and I had almost given up all hope of getting anything from my SS. Not that I was thinking it was his fault, rather it was based on my previous experience with the almighty Grinch, known here in Iceland as the Customs Officer. But somehow my SS had managed to slip past the scrutiny and the little notice in my mailbox that said I had a package waiting at the post office, filled me with the Christmas spirit! With a spring in my step and a seemingly endless barrage of jolly tunes in my ears, I made my way to the post office. The nice lady gave me a strange look when she brought my gift. I guess she is not used to seeing grown man glow and turn into babbling 5 year old at the sight of tiny alien head. I had decided to not open my gift until Christmas, but that's tomorrow and I was too excited! Inside I found an awesome t-shirt and a very helpful book. Somehow I have managed to keep my wife for ten years, but how my SS could have known I am running out of ideas to keep her happy I will never know. :) I look forward to woo her again and again for the next ten years at least! I will pass the book on to my son in the future and live vicariously through him ;) (Also, I look damn good in that shirt) Thank you very much and have a very merry Christmas! Gleðileg Jól!!