In the "Snacks I would love to receive include" section, I wrote "Pizza, but that's not going to happen. . . " OMG, was I wrong. But let me not get too ahead of myself.

So, there's this styrofoam cooler that makes its way to my neighbors in the mail and they get really excited, but they soon see it's addressed to me (I only have a PO box, but SS couldn't mail this item to a PO). I knew immediately that this had to be my Santa's package to me.

I finally got around to opening the darn thing. The package was kind of neat, since it had warning labels regarding dry ice. The packing slip inside had a little note for me "CHALLENGE ACCEPTED." No way.

There was pizza. There were two pizzas. There were two authentic Chicago pizzas from Gino's East sitting here in my rural Washington house frozen waiting to be eaten.

Sweet. Jesus.

We ended up having two pizza dinners, as I needed to savor every bite. See, I live in the middle of nowhere, but I haven't always lived in the middle of nowhere, so I have a major appreciation for good pizza. This was not "good pizza" this was God-tier pizza. I was in heaven.

But that wasn't even everything. My Santa got me delicious popcorn and nuts. I put in my favorite activities "sex" being my favorite activity, so my Santa got me three packages of erotic lip gloss. And there were nuts to keep us energized for sexy times, lol.

PLUS. PLUS, I got three awesome pictures, two of the LoZ series and one from Cave Story. Those will need to be framed promptly.

Did my Santa do well? My Santa hit it out of the goddamned park. Thank you, thank you, thank you. This is my official new best gift, which is saying something because I've gotten some good ones in the past. You are a god/goddess/deity of gifting. Thank you.