I'd never listened to John Denver before but I think I might start.

So my Santa is from Boulder, Colorado. And I wish I was too, even just to thank my wonderful, precious, brilliant Santa in person!

Early on in the exchange, Santa dropped me a message to say she was busy with work and that my gift may be a little delayed (no biggie, I was exactly the same) but oh man was it worth the wait, I was not expecting such a mighty haul.

Colorado isn't a place I know much about. Moreso Boulder, Colorado. I didn't know that Colorado was the first US state to legalise and regulate the sale of marijuana, or that the largest Whole Foods in the world is located in Boulder, or that 70% or Boulderites own a bike. Also, did you know in Boulder they see 300 days of sunshine a year? Living in Scotland, I find this entirely mesmerising, we're on a roll of around 10 days straight so far and it's headline news. Not only did my Santa provide me with a number of gifts, She also gave me the wonderful gift of *knowledge*

Onto the physical gifts. They put my own Santa effort to shame for one thing mainly as I have as much artistic flare as a potato whereas my box was lovingly wrapped and each gift was accompanied by a wonderful handwritten tied note.

I managed to shield myself from the good ol' Customs Declaration so as not to spoil what was inside, and I'm so thankful as it wouldn't have done much justice at all. First of all there were a couple of lovely picture postcards detailing facts about Boulder, which also let me in on my Santa's personality and let me just say I think we'd be best friends. Next up was a pack of University of Colorado playing cards, which will pair nicely with my new Colorado beer bottle insulator because you never outgrow drinking games.

Next up was a Rocky Mountain High lighter, which gave me a giggle when reading the accompanying note. Also included was a packet of Boulder kettle chips and let me tell you it is impossible for me to not call these crisps. I have also taken it upon myself to hide them from my boyfriend because eI'd like to try them myself and I imagine they won't last. Speaking of the boyfriend, I can't wait to find out what he's going to rustle up for me using this Boulder Hot Sauce Co Habanero number, much excitement up in here we are massive heat fans too.

As if my Santa knew me personally, there was a peanut butter cup in there. Surprisingly there still is, I'm known for over indulging in peanut butter cups and hating myself after so I'm holding out for the right time with this one. Maybe I'll wash them down with some Sleepytime tea (which does not contain any actual tea).

Overall, Santa, you made a strong independent female cry like a baby due to your kindness and you made my mum exceptionally jealous which will forever make me happy. Feel free to visit me some day, you have my address and I feel we'd get on super well.