Merry Christmas!
Santa was good to me. I got lots of chocolate and candy, slippers, various creams and bath stuff, a calendar, mug and a new Fitbit Charge (which I was hoping for as my budgies have chewed all over my old one).
You?
Lots of peppermint: candy, lotion and soaps. Chocolate, loads of art supplies, books, some lottery tickets and finger puppets.
no crow. But lots of pretties, and new journal. And YAY! chocolate! New sweats. Gotta ditch the old raggedy ones. And a piece of my pottery, I collect.
Boots for my waders, a Weber Pizza Stone for my grill, shredding claws for making pulled pork and a large Star Wars coffee mug
A Crustina ceramic pizza stone, two bamboo tongs, an L.L. Bean blue knit pullover, and a new pair of slippers. 
I got chocolate from several of my (chess and bridge) pupils and a poker book from my bridge partner.
Oh, yeah. I (we) got caramel nut clusters and a bottle of 14 Hands Hot To Trot red blend from my boss.
Back up camera for my truck!
Tubular lower control arms and an adjustable panhard bar. Car things.
A few history books, surprisingly they were all on my amazon wish list. I’m particularly interested in reading this lengthy tome https://www.amazon.com/Transformation-World-History-Nineteenth-Century-ebook/dp/B00H5ZN2Z8/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1514247170&sr=8-1&keywords=the+transformation+of+the+world
My bestest prezzies are still on a UPS truck somewhere, despite being ordered (and promised) to be delivered pre-Christmas.
Three pairs of socks and a pair of black trousers.
I got, among other things, three old issues of MAD Magazine from the late 1970s or so, which I recognized as having had when I was a kid, except a lot of the satire went over my head back then.
Like this one from June 1980. I remember the jokes about “Diff’rent Strokes”, which I watched all the time on TV, but had no idea what was going on in the bit on “Apocalypse Now”, and all the Energy Crisis dark humor also didn’t mean anything to me as a kid, but I can totally appreciate better now!
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Cash but not enough to buy my green Mini Cooper.
27 inches of snow and a plow truck that won’t start. Today is going to be rough.
A Patriots hoodie, two CDs, a pizza dinner, and a Xmas bonus check.
Sweatshirts, a full-zip and a quarter-zip. Long sleeve shirts. Two open tickets to LEGO Land in Orlando. Some party games. All are things I wanted.
Over the ear Skull Candy Bluetooth headphones, a pair of black sneakers, a nice pullover, Volumes I and II of the “How Beer Saved The World” anthologies, membership and hotel reservations to Spocon in August, winter gloves and a nice assortment of bourbon-barrel aged porters and stouts, all rated 9.5 and above on Beer Advocate. Ended the day with a family trip to see the new “Star Wars” movie.
Which model did you get? I got a Hesh 2 last summer that are easily the best wireless headphones I’ve ever owned, and they’re not even the top-of-the-line model.
Santa brought me a load of irritation. I don’t celebrate Christmas as I’m an atheist. Some family insist on giving me gifts anyway. But one of my sisters has this passive-aggressive thing where if you don’t fall all over yourself thanking her and make a big show of using her gift immediately, you’re insulting her (which is hilarious because she regularly insults family members to their faces under the guise of “just being honest.”).
So she brings a gift to my house and demands to know when I’ll use it because if I’m not going to she’ll give it to someone else. I politely tell her that if she feels that way, just don’t give me anything - “you know, like I’ve asked you to for the last five Christmases to avoid conversations like this.” So she demands to see the bathrobe she got me two years ago, which is still unused on a closet shelf and asks for that back along with this years gift. I hand it over, no problem. She storms off to her car and calls everyone else demanding they give me nothing as I’ve ruined her Christmas. She’s in her 50s, how is she still like this?