I was contemplating Christmas dinner today.
I was thinking of pretty foods, rich desserts, centerpieces, and chair cover-ish decor when it struck me that I don't have place-card holders that are Christmassy.
I rushed to the computer and began Googling various arts and crafts projects that required way too much super-glue and glitter, and even more time. Fearing failure was on the horizon for me, and wishing I lived near one of the crafty knotties so I could bribe them to complete my chore as I'm not nearly artsy enough to match my ambitions, I printed out a cute diagram and sat down to truly contemplate whether I was up for the task.
Then, the tinkling sound of bells reached my ears. My first thoughts were of Santa but everyone knows he does his dry-run on the 6th. I rushed to the window to peek anyway and was just in time to see the mailman's bell decorated car drive down the road. I rushed to the mailbox to discover a package from far, far away. Tearing it open, I scattered packing peanuts joyfully as I pulled my gifts from the box.
Santa sent me exactly what i had been wishing for at that very moment. Place-card holders. They're beautiful and perfect and I'll keep them forever and ever!
Who says Santa and his magic doesn't exist? I believe. Thank you Secret Santa!