My Secret Santa could beat up your Secret Santa. She is a Kris Kringle extraordinaire. Last year I was gifted a Mr. Robot tee shirt that I said I wanted to be buried in. Pshaw that shawl! Now I have a shroud to make me proud. The text of Crime and Punishment, I assume slightly abridged despite my size, rendered unto a shirt custom made to get stuck in an elevator with. Or any other little box. Are you guys seeing this thing? Oh damn, if it were Notes from the Underground the whole coffin thing would really be perfect. And if we must nitpick, everybody knows The Brothers Karamazov is Dostoevsky's masterpiece. And I am not even sure this is the Garnett translation! Bah, what am I, an Idiot? There are no rational complaints to be made about this gift. It is a tee shirt that is a BOOK. One of the great books. Last year's tee shirt paid homage to a sympathetic (though flawed) unreliable protagonist. One with mental issues being pursued by a dogged but equally quirky detective. THIS YEAR'S tee shirt...Wait. Are all great stories the same story? This gift has really made me think. And it will continue to do so. Because this is Crime and Punishment. That you can wear. Spasiba, dear Secret Santa! My wife is furious with you, which means you knocked it out of the park.

-Smurfy_Murray, a most grateful recipient.

P.S. The incomparable laurtood2, Queen of Christmas, mentioned in her lovely hand written note that there is also locally brewed beer coming my way as soon as it comes in. Russian literature. And booze. This is my kind of Christmas. Thank you, thank you, thank you!