First of all, I knew I was in for a treat when I received a note from Santa about "..bloody box on your porch, don't be afraid".

The package arrived at my office while I was on a trip, so my coworkers had a few days to speculate on it's interesting appearance. I was given 3 minutes at my desk before a coworker came up, handed me a knife, and said 'OPEN THE BLOODY THING'.

So, as calmly as I could, I tore into it.

Readers, you should know this: I told my santa I'm hosting a Halloween party that is 'murder in the woods' themed, and that I'd love stuff to help decorate. I also mentioned, as I do with all exchanges, that sending penicillin injected candies would be bad, given that it may kill me.

So what does Santa do? She hand made me a penicillium plush and injected it with candy.

That, alone, would be enough for me. I mean, what the hell, I can't even begin to comprehend how amazing of a person she must be. Santa, I want to be your IRL friend. For realz.

but no. She kept going! A cute gift bag with socks, candies, pencils. Skull shot glasses (set of 4, because classy drinkers don't drink alone), BEAUTIFUL candle holders that fit my party theme (!!!!!! - where. WHERE?! did you get these?), a set of fun costume pieces to help with my photo booth, a crow skeleton, and tombstone shaped blackboards for me to table items on the buffet. Not to mention tons of spider webs and netting to help the look and feel of the thing.

So, santa, I give up. You won Halloween. Thank you for making mine that much better :D Thank Boo from the bottom of my twisted little heart.

goes back to humming 'this is halloween'