Well, here I am on Christmas day, slightly bored, lunch is over, we're all just chilling, when I decide to check my mail. Inside is an envelope, from the USA, addressed to me.

So naturally I open it, expecting something great, and what's inside but a card, a card of Christmas. A "Christmas Card," if you will. Although I prefer the name "Holiday-Telegram-with-picture."

So I open it, and what do I find?

What?

Do?

I?

Find?

Steam Giftcards. STEAM. GIFTCARDS. Steam Credit. During a Steam Sale. Steam Sale. Steam Credit. Credit for Steam. Dropping the cards, I fall to my knees, clutching my face in horrified rage, all thoughts slipping from my mind. My dreams, hopes, plans all dissolving into a cloudy maelstrom of nothingness.

For my santa had singlehandedly signed the warrant of my productivity's death... I guess I'll join society in 2017 instead.

(No, but seriously, thanks so much Santa! I've been trying to save money lately, so I was trying to ignore the steam sales entirely - Now I won't have to! I couldn't be happier!)