Two thirty, the mailman dropped a package off on my porch, a large black hand print stating "we know" on the top, I know he had questions but didn't want to ask. I knew immediately what it was, my Secret Santa. Inside the box was an envelope marked "Read First" so i did. There were many words, and a few rage faces. The paper told me what order to open my gifts and exactly when to open them, i appreciate that gesture because i was well on my way to opening all of them simultaneously, an act that could have destroyed everything i received in a flurry of packing peanuts, newspaper, and trinkets. The grand Dr_VanNostrand hooked me up with a few things this year. The book of the dragonborn, was the first to be opened, a small journal with plenty of pages to take notes during my Skyrim adventures. My second gift was an envelope with a thumbdrive, i wasted no time and plugged the thumbdrive into my computer, it had a personal message along with a short video set to the Skyrim theme. There was also a bitching homemade poster chilling in the box that is about to find its home in a frame somewhere on my wall. My fourth gift, oh my fourth gift, i set my hands a little deeper into the package and pulled out a neat little box. What's In The Box? I've said it before, gifts don't get more personal than an engraved flask, and yes, that is what was in the box. A whiskey holster with my fricking name on it. Run and tell that, homeboy. Thank you Doctor Van Nostrand, for all the awesome shit you done gave me.