Do you know that kind of movie when in the first 90% of it you can't understand a single thing, but in the last 10% everything gets explained and the movie suddenly becomes awesome? Well that's how my first Secret Santa experience went.

At the beggining of December I got a notification on my dorm's mail pinup wall. It said I had to go to the nearest post office and pick up a certain package. I knew what was about, I went and picked it up, got it back to my room and I began opening it. Nontheless to say, I was very excited and curious too because my description wasn't too rich so I could let room for more options for my Santa. So the package contained a Stig bending doll, a small RC car, a headscratcher and a small piece of paper with a message on it. Now don't get me wrong, I really liked the gift. It was rich and thoughtfull, because one of the only clues I gave my Santa was that I like racing games and things related to them. But it was missing something. I don't know what, maybe that feeling, that magic that comes with the experience of making a certain someone happy. That feeling was missing from that box, it felt like my Santa just stuffed 2-3 things in the box only to be done with it, and although I was happy about the presents, I was sad about the experience.

Two weeks after this I woke up in the morning and went to the entrance of my dorm to get myself some coffee from the machine. As I was waiting for the coffee to be done I looked around randomly and then went at that mail pinup wall to check it and see if there are any notifications for me or my roomates. Then a big envelope caught my attention, hanging from the side of the wall. I was kind of curious so I got closer to check it out, and what do you know, it was for me! Took the envelope, took my coffee, went back up to my room and then for my scissors to open my delivery. Boom, from my Secret Santa. My first reaction was: "There were two Santas?". No, dear throwaghost, the envelope was from the same Santa, containing a beautiful message and a pile of cardboards containing instructions and the required pieces to build myself a NFS Most Wanted BMW M3 GTR replica. That was everything I needed. Not the cardboard replica (which honestly it was one of the coolest gifts I've ever received) but the message. It made my day so much better and it chenged my view on the other gifts I received the first time.

As I understood later, my Santa wanted for the envelope to reach me first, and then the package. But I thing that everything went on better than intended because it made the experience really unique and unforgettable.

Dear Santa

I'm sorry I doubted you the first time. Unfortunately I didn't have enough time to finish the BMW, but when I'll finish it, you'll be the first to know how it went out. Thank you again, and I wish you a Happy New Year, and a 2016 full of happiness and joy.

With love,

throwaghost.