It was a cloudy and cold Sunday afternoon. I had just finished helping my mom run errands, when I checked the shipping information for my gift; expected delivery, December 22. So, knowing that I can always trust my faithful friend, the internet, I take my leave and spend my day with my girlfriend. However, not an hour after my arrival, I get the fateful notice on my phone. My package has arrived. But this wasn't just any package. Nay, this was to be a glorious gift, thrust upon me by a stranger whose name I did not know. Coming from faraway lands, my mind was riddled with curiosity as to what the contents may be. A dragon? A winning lottery ticket? A shiny new pencil? Any of the aforementioned items, though all equally unlikely, would grant me the same amount of pleasure. How wrong I would discover I was. I get home around 10:30 pm. Knowing full well what adventure lay before me, I valiantly stride back to my room. Throwing the door open with the might of a thousand men, I peer around the room for my target. There, upon the corner of my mattress, lay the box. Wasting no time, I extract my blade from its sheath and slice into the tape. Taking great care to not damage the innards, I expertly navigate the knife and dissect the package as though I intended to consume its sweet flesh as a meal. Little did I know, this is exactly what would come to be. I spied a box, with my username inscribed, alongside another. This must be the kind stranger that sent me my gift, who else could it be? I shred the wrapping paper apart, nerves making my hands uneasy. Revealing the box of white with a rendition of a Walter White Android Droid, I cautiously gather it up. The weight of it befuddled me. What on earth could it be? I hear rattling, a noise of paper being moved. I open the box with the greatest care, and what it contained was greater than I could have ever imagined. A note sat atop all the items, with a drawing of that which I have tattooed upon my left wrist. On the backside, a note from a friendly stranger. I read the note once, twice, and a third time with a grin slowly creeping across my face. It was as if this glorious person knew exactly how to make me happy. First, a bottle shaped gift. I pull away the packaging with one fell swoop, and reveal a bottle of locally made hot sauce from the lands whence it came. How did this person so far away know that I indeed do love to consume the liquid of magma? I shall never know. Next, I moved on to the rattling boxes. A tear from their concealing paper revealed a small box, labelled rock candy on its end, and the top adorned with "Medtek Fixer", and the box painted just like its model. Again, this person knew that I loved the game Fallout 3 enough to send me a gift related to it. The next box rattled as well. Upon its lid were the words "Medtek Men-Tats", another relic from the game. Whoever this mysterious person is, they know me too well it seems. The final box, a thin, long box, contained stick candy. An article of food which I have never seen, and yet am suckling upon as I write this tale, is incredible. Then, unwrapped, lay two more gifts. The larger of the two was covered with the cheerful flesh of the already opened gifts, and was to be looked at last. First, I had to inspect this candy bar. Called a sky bar, it promised 4 types of chocolate filled bites in one wrapper. Madness to some, glorious genius to those like me. Finally, I came to view the last gift. I moved aside all the remains of its fallen kin, and felt my grin spread from one end of my head to the other. It was a shirt, reminiscent of my favorite television program, Breaking Bad. How this entirely random stranger knew just what to get me, I shall never truly know. All I can do is thank them as much as I physically can, and let them know how truly happy their gifts have made me. This has made my first Secret Santa exchange memorable, and I'm excited for all the rest to come. So, thank you Benny, Mr. House, and Devon. If there were any others involved that simply didn't label their gifts to me, please let them know that they nearly made a 19 year old college kid cry. Almost. Men don't cry though, so I did the masculine equivalent and sprouted facial hair. Thank you all though, from the bottom of this young man’s heart.