Getting the package Santa sent me was a quest of wit and perseverance. Or in less spectacular words: returning to the post service point several hours later in the hope someone from the next shift would be able to find my package, because I couldn't answer questions like "who is the sender?", "What does it look like?" and "What's the shipping ID/code?" Once my much prized package was in my hands, I hurried home.

Once I opened my prize I uttered a tiny squee of delight when I saw a Sansa Stark Pop figure with the outfit I have stared at and studied a lot, because next to being one of the many stunning GoT costumes, this dress symbolises, in my opinion, the many (darker) changes of Sansa's character.

Of course my daughter has claimed Sansa as one of the girls for her team.

My GoT Santa also heard that I like funny fandom stuff and gifted me with a Hodor door stop. Never again will the cursed draft slam a door shut in my home. (I'm not joking about the draft. I most certainly wasn't joking when I mentioned in my notes to my Santa I really, really need a door stop. Slamming doors are now a bane of the past. My spouse and I rejoice!) It may not be so efficient against a horde of undead, but it may slow them down...

I'm fine. It appears some onion cutting ninja was also hiding in the package.

Thank you, Santa! :D