'Twas a week into January, and all through the South Not a thought was still on Christmas, or a word in any mouth. All the decorations were crammed in attics without care, Left to sit for a year in the warm humid air.

Despite feeling gloomy after being ditched by the Secret Santa matching, I was excited to learn of the new plan that was to be hatching-- Rematches were upon us and my gloom was allayed from a few orange messages telling me of gifts that were homemade.

But now back in the classroom at the start of a busy quarter, I'm crying, yawning and wishing my stack of work was shorter. Hark! To my jingling phone should a text message appear? It's my Secret Santa...delivering (in person) three packages full of cheer!

Aaaaaaand I'm done rhyming. ANYWHO! If you didn't get it from my crappy poem, my secret santa actually decided to deliver his amazing handmade gifts in person. Inside the three expertly wrapped (read: I had to hack at them with an x-acto knife to get anywhere) was an incense set with three different types of yummy incense sticks and a wooden holder with gold stars, a handmade sign that has one of my favorite quotes from one of my favorite authors ("Too weird to live, too rare to die") and "Home is where the art is," AND another awesome handmade goodie--my very own wand!

I'm sosososo stoked that someone actually made me something. I'm always trying to tell my family, my friends, my SO, etc. how much I really love handmade things. My SS seriously hit the nail on the head, I'm so tickled by the time he put in to the gifts plus the great research he put behind everything! Thank you so much!

tl;dr: hand delivered and amazingly wrapped incense set, a handmade wand, a handmade sign, and a happy chick! :D