((Please excuse the funkalicious photo editing. I am currently traveling between dimensions. Also I am totally not apologizing for the clickbait title.))

So! First gift! A box that feels like there is nothing inside it. Well, okay, strange that someone would ship a box of air, but who knows. Maybe it's a clever pun on pegasi wings or whatever.

Nope! It's a Princess Twilight Sparkle TY plushie. :D She will be very happy on my shelf next to the Twilight Sparkle piggie bank and an insane amount of Funko and blind bag figures.

Not too long after came a striking purple hoodie modeled after everyone's favorite pastel purple princess pony. It has eyes and a mane and a horn and a cutie mark. I should wear it into work some day. I think being a closet brony wouldn't be a problem anymore.

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So early on I got a message from my Santa asking me for my height. Intrigued, I provided it. I couldn't imagine what that could be used for unless they were planning on murdering me and needed to know how big a hole to dig.

The reason for it turned out to be even better: a mother-effin' adult-sized onesie. Whaaaaaat. This thing is so over the top ridiculous and yet so awesome. It's a onesie! It's warm, velvety, and has both a mane + ears and a cutie mark. Sadly my ass is too fat for it to become my new bedtime clothing (something about being too heavy for my height, haha). Good motivation for the weight loss.

... aspiration pajamas are a thing, right?