Note: A lot of people on Reddit have pets. This makes me jealous, because I don't have a pet. I do have a stuffed mouse that sits on my desk named Gerald. I documented his reactions as I opened my gifts.

Holy shit. My Santa is the best Santa. I know that you guys all say YOUR Santa is the best. But it's not true. And you will be sent to the gulag if you continue with your filthy lies!

My Santa gave me something from EVERY SINGLE ONE OF MY INTERESTS.

I love the show The Walking Dead but mentioned that I had never read the comics.

BOOM:** The Walking Dead: Compendium One**. I mean, holy crap, this thing is so big I could use it to cave in rotten heads once the ZA finally comes. This baby is going to be with me for the next few weeks while I plow through zombie lore--and hopefully not zombie hordes.

I have a deep interest in Russian history--specifically the Russian revolution and the ensuing aftermath. Santa picked out two books that are so damn PERFECT. Really, the worst thing about getting so many great gifts is being torn over which book to dive into first. Book one: The Gulag Archipelago by Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn for which the author holds a Nobel Prize for Literature. Book Two: White Guard by Mikhail Bulgakov which is a semi-autobiographical novel about a family surviving through the civil war.

But it doesn't end there. No, comrades, it continues!

I have wanted to play board games with my boyfriend for a while now, as there are only so many hours you can play Halo co-op before it gets stale.

AGAIN SANTA DELIVERS: Forbidden Island board game! I'm so excited to play this game because it's cooperative--I'm hoping to break it out at Christmas time with the in-laws. Last year we ended up with some relatives not talking to other relatives over "unfair practices" during UNO--so this year a cooperative game is very welcome.

And finally, the best present of all: GIANT BEAR FEET SLIPPERS. I didn't mention that I liked bears, or that I felt the need to become a bear. But as I slid these bad boys on, I saw the error of my previous life. The only question I have now is, will society accept the new me? Because these slippers are so comfortable, I'm never taking them off. Gerald seems to like them too.

If this wasn't enough, my Santa has another gift on it's way that will reach me at the end of December. I just want to take some time here to reach out to my Santa and say: God damn, Santa. You are a magical, majestic beast at gift giving and you have spoiled me absolutely rotten. 10/10 would be santaed again.

So, thank you Santa and thank you Reddit for keeping the spirit of Christmas alive.

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays everyone!