Yesterday I received the message that my gift was sent. Of course I became curious, but I knew that I probably had to wait for a couple of days before I can welcome the gift to my house... But when I arrived home, after a long day of work, there was a note in my mailbox that the mailman did deliver the package to my neighbour to keep it safe untill I got home, because there was no one to give it to at my home. So I had to run to my neighbour to collect my gift, and prayed that she had no time to gossip... She handed me a large box, I had to check if it was really my name on it, because I didn't believe it was for me. I ran to my home starting to be very curious about what was in this package... And when I opened it, I became quiet... quiet about how generous my secret Santa is... quiet about the load of gifts in the box... quiet about the fact that a complete stranger wants me to have all those gifts, for no reason, just because I did participate in the arbitrary plus exchange... My children asked me if I was ill, because I did not talk anymore... Dear secret Santa, thank you, thank you, thank you from the bottom of my heart! Those words are not enough to express my real feelings about your gift for me. My English isn't well enough to tell you the right words... Ik ben echt heel erg blij met wat je voor me hebt uitgezocht, ik vind het geweldig dat een wildvreemde dat zo maar voor mij overheeft. Even in Dutch there are no right words for your generousity!