"One can never have enough socks," said Dumbledore. "Another Christmas has come and gone and I didn't get a single pair. People insist on giving me books."
The irony is that I, like Dumbledore, needed socks. In fact I had been talking about it with Mom just an hour before I walked into Spanish class to find a beautifully wrapped present in my seat. I have to say, I was quite surprised to find my present today, I thought I would get it on Wednesday, but this person was on top of things. Hum....makes me wonder.
Unlike Sonia I won't bluntly ask who my secret santa is. I think I have an idea.
*question: are we ever supposed to tell the person we are their 'santa'? Or is it something we bring to the grave?