So, I received a message from my secret February santa asking me a few questions regarding me, my kids, t-shirt size etc etc and I didn't think much of it. After telling them my almost life story, my package arrived. I wasn't allowed to open it, I mean hey, kids are essentially slaves to a point, should let them have some fun when they are out of their cages. What was inside, well, it was touching. My SFS personalised the hell out of it and it was freakin awesome.

My 3 loves in the world are food, gaming and my kids. In that order. Priorities in order, winning at parenting.

So first was the letter, then the presents with a hand written on each of them.

Tetris stationary which is so far from practical that I think is awesome. Pikachu fluffy, memories from their childhood and asked me to introduce myself kids to Pokémon. Mister 1 has taken claim to that cracks it if anybody touches it. Clearly his mother's attitude. A DC comic badge, where miss 4 thinks it's akin to a sheriff badge and won't take it off. I think she sleeps with it. The pez, sonething me and my girls sorr of collect. 120 dispensers later, we still buying them. And the 2 i recieved are ones i dont have yet. How good is that. And the T-shirt. Mr men, Mr Espionage. A one off design which SFS had made themselves. I liked it so much I wore it that night to guns n roses concert. I had a few ppl comment on it and 1 guy even said his mate he'd never of heard of Mr Espionage. Yeah well, he shits all over Mr Smart or Mr Wiggly doesn't he.

Thank you Santa. More so the personal touch. It's rare in people these days and if half the world were like you, it would be a much better place to live in.

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