I played hooky today to catch up on sleep, so getting this was apropos. At any rate, I had managed to sleep through the construction going on in front of my house, but awoke to a knock at the door. My first reaction was to ignore it, because I was comfy wrapped up in my duvet, but then I thought, "Hey, MissLullaby, it could be your Secret Santa gift!"

I got out of bed, stumbled around bleary eyed for my housecoat, stubbed my toe while looking for my slippers, swore and yelled bloody murder, while my dog continued to bark at the door. Once the pain subsided I ventured out into the hall. I could see through the front door window that my screen door was ajar. That could only mean one thing. A package!

It was huge. I stared at it for a moment and my dog sniffed it. Then one of the construction workers laughed and wished me a sarcastic good morning (it was just after noon). Sheepishly, I grabbed the package and brought it inside. I squealed. My dog barked. The cat came running over to steal the box (and then ran away before I could snap a picture).

Holy crap. Santa. You shouldn't have. I mentioned in a pie in the sky kinda way that a coffee maker with a timer and grinder would make my 04:30 mornings easier. Particularly on gym days when I need to be at the gym by 05:00. It was at the end of the about me section, where I provided my usual "I'm a total video game and DnD nerd who loves to cook" spiel. I was not expecting it at all.

Thank you so much! You made a sleepy lady very happy.

Sincerely,

MissLullaby

P.S. Thanks again for the kind words. Also, I may have Googled you, and if you are the singing type Google says you might be, right on. That's rad. We're musicians in this house too. The husbeast's band sometimes plays in your city. If you're not the person Google suggests you to be, you're still rad.

The note attached to the box reads:

Hello Miss Lullaby,

From your posted words online, I say you seem lovely and worthy of a brilliant boost. Have the Merriest Christmas Ever!

:) - Thistlemitten