So I got home from work last night at about 2am. I was tired and my room mates were still up watching "Friends" at an ungodly decibel. I'm not sure if there's a word to properly described my mood, but if there was I imagine it'd be something like "fuckthisnoise". I landed face first on my bed, only to notice a package.

From my SS, a whole day early.

Let me first say, the packaging made my night. I'd made a note that asked my SS to write a nice to to the postman delivering it. Not only did my SS write a note, but he also drew a badass-ninja-karate-chopping-postman. My SS gets me.

I carefully cut the envelope open and pulled out something wrapped in brown paper. My heart sank; in my hands it felt like whatever was inside had broken. I could feel unattached pieces. I pulled off the brown paper to find the package in a soft white paper. I hear a clanking and I know under this delicate paper lies a gift broken; perhaps the postman had karate-chopped it after all.

I pulled off the paper and my jaw-dropped. How did Santa know? There in my hands was not a gift in tatters, but a beautiful set of wooden wind chimes.

I'd never said anything about this. Was it possible that man Santa had scoured my Reddit posts about Harry Potter and Pokemon and deduced that as a child I used to sit on my back deck listening to my neighbors wind-chimes? Did Santa read my tweets and know that every time I pass a shop selling them I stop briefly and think about buying myself my own?

They're perfect. They look just like the ones my neighbor had. Just like the set I look for every time time I pass a store selling wind-chimes. It's like you found them in my childhood.

My Secret Santa is either the real Santa, or is Sherlock Holmes. Those are the only two plausible answers.

I don't know how you knew, but thank you Santa. You made my Christmas.