A package just arrived in the mail. A big package. A package that I did not order. It is not addressed to me.
I want to open it. I want to OPEN IT NOW.
I love Christmas for a lot of different reasons – and not one of those reasons is “getting presents.” But one of those reasons is “receiving mail.” It doesn’t matter to me if I am the one who ordered the contents of the package, or that the contents are a gift for someone else, I love mail. I love opening mail. Letters, boxes, magazines, catalogs. Oh, this time of year is so awesome for all the mail it brings.
Hmm, I should probably get to work on my Christmas cards, send a bit of mail myself.
Wanna see my little piglet? He is such a squealer!
Okay, okay, here are some more adorable photos: