Yesterday, I had been awake for almost 48 hours, trying to finish writing a hundred page paper as one of my finals requirements for a class. What was supposed to be a 12-person assignment ended up being shouldered solely by me, so understandably I was pretty tried and upset. As I was about to get ready for the paper's defense later on that afternoon, my sister comes into the room and tells me I got a package. I've been shopping online recently, so I've been receiving packages the whole week. Despite enjoying the feeling of receiving something in the mail, my sleep-deprived self couldn't find joy in it that day.

Until I opened it, of course.

It turns out the package wasn't something I ordered, but my Santa's gift! The timing of it was perfect, and I'd instantly felt better. Although I was unfamiliar with the book or the author, my Santa's letter is getting me excited to start reading. I sent my wishlists just to make sure I didn't get a book I already own, but it's nice to know that they chose a book that was both considerate of my preferences and something definitely new. This had been my first gift exchange, and I'm really happy it turned out to be an overall successful experience.

To my 2016 Book Santa, thank you for brightening up my day yesterday! And thanks in advance for the wonderful lessons I'm sure I'll pick up from the book after I get to read it!

P.S. I don't think I mentioned that I collected postcards, but this one is definitely one of my favorites! Thank you so much!

P.P.S. I'd say I can't believe the media blew up over something as everyday as someone's opinions on books they like and don't like to read, but then again the media has blown up over a things a lot more trifle.