After being shafted by several previous exchanges, my faith was wavering. But /u/crumb_bucket restored it in one fell swoop!

My feelings about this can really only be expressed in verse:

An Ode to crumb_bucket

I checked the tracking number at work "Delivered!" it said. I hopped on my bike And rode lightning fast home through the murk.

Pedaled up to find a box festooned with festive tape Opened it up with glee and good humor When I saw what was inside I was with joy agape I was happier than an archeologist in Sumer.

The twelve days of Christmas! All bundled with care In beautiful paper and with mint chocolate kisses sprinkled about like in a cookie by Fields, Mrs.

Thank goodness crumb_bucket was not a cruel Santa holding me back from my childlike zeal All twelve at once was permitted by letter I tore into the first one with laughter by peal.

The first was Smithsonian Magazine, for a scientist, a prescription And my Santa went further, giving me a subscription! The second was a sailboat-shaped confection How did Santa know chocolate and almonds are my predilection? Thirdly, an Ann Patchett book (How great! I love "Run")

4 was maple syrup tapped under the Vermont sun

Fifth was a messenger bag decorated with bicycles Six was shortbread frosted white as an icicle Seventh, a dog treat cookbook complete with cookie cutters

8 was tantalizing absinthe-scented hand butter

To aromatic nine, I can tell with my eyes closed it’s excellent organic coffee, using only my nose The tenth was a toy my Santa had sended Nabbed by my dog, for whom it was intended Chutney from Massachusetts made up eleven And twelfth, toothsome peanut brittle from heaven.

My heart is brimming with gratefulness and abandon Perhaps crumb_bucket is an angel, like Michael Landon What else could explain it? My Santa’s Christmas spirit Makes me feel like crowing to all who’ll hear it: “Crumb_bucket is beautiful, fun, charming, and caring!” May your Christmas be full of joy and sharing.

Lots of love, terciopelo