It started off as a normal Wednesday morning. I was lounging around in my p.j.s, chatting with my mum, when what should I see out of the corner of my eye. Could it be? Is that-? Why yes, it's a delivery truck, parking itself in front of our home. It must be lost, it's probably just a part being delivered to the mechanic who is located just a few doors down. Wait, the delivery lady is leaving her truck. She's headed this way! I didn't order anything, neither did mum. It must be the gift from my Secret Santa! She's getting closer to the door, and I realize there's no way for me to get to the front door. I leap from my seat as quick as can be. She's at the door, I reach the window just in time. She raises her hand, knocks on the door. I open the window and exclaim, "excuse me! The front door won't open!" Which promptly gives the lovely mail lady a mini heart attack. She gathers her bearings and agrees to meet me around back. I rush through the house and rip open the door. There it is, in her hands. A gift, for me. I take it from her outstretched hands, ready to tear into the brown paper. But alas, that must wait for I must sign for it.

Signature signed as best I could, I wish her a joyous holiday season and close the door. This is it. The moment I'd been waiting for. Do I open it now, or wait one more day? Screw it, it's Christmas somewhere! I start tearing the paper, there's no turning back now. Finally the paper's off. What's this? I get ... a .... new ... light? Well we just replaced the dining room light, but this one is nice too, I'll find someplace to install it. Wait a minute, this box doesn't seem nearly as heavy as it should for the light that's on the box. Time to get to work on that next layer of tape. I grab a sharp object and slice the tape open, but what's in the box?

I cautiously lift the first flap. There's something white and fluffy peaking out. Think self, what did you write in your profile that could be white and fluffy. That's it! I said I liked cute animals. It's a puppy! No wait, who in their right mind put a live animal in a box with no air holes and ship it across the country? It can't possibly be that. I reach for the other flap, and lift it. There, staring me in the face is a little patch of Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer. I freeze. My mind instantly knows what this is. "It's the Bumble! " I yell at the top of my lungs. No freaking way, my Santa got me a plush Bumble. I immediately grab him from the box and hold him tight, like a child with her favourite teddy bear. I didn't want to put him down, but I noticed that there was more in the box. My eyes lit up when I saw my Santa had also sent my a box of Kinder chocolates. I love me some of the mini eggs. A Bumble plush and candy, could this gift get any better?

It could and would. There, in the bottom of the box hidden by the Bumble, was a red envelope. A card. I got a card! You may think it's silly for me to get excited over a card, but it means a lot to me. I had signed up for the Holiday Card exchange, figuring that it would be a safe bet that I would recieve something this year. I mean, you hear the sad tales of people getting shafted during the gift exchange, but not so much the card one. Just my luck, neither my original match or my rematch even pulled my information. I felt awful. I didn't want to feel like such a lonesome loser this holiday season, but I felt that as I watched everyone enjoying their cards. I had - wait, this is becoming way too sad. Back to the happy! Back to the Card. Heart beating wildly, I opened the envelope and slid out the card. It is the most amazing card I have ever had the honor of holding. It's a polar bear. Really, it is. It's a fluffy polar bear. He warms my hands and my heart.

Oh gees, I didn't mean to make this post so long. Better wrap this thing up. I really want to send a huge thank you to my Secret Santa. Sarah from Nanaimo B.C., you have made my Christmas very bright, and I hope and wish that your Secret Santa makes you feel as happy as you've made me.