God blessed us, every one.
So I got an MP3 player for Christmas! Not bad for a deaf chick, huh?
I can plug my CI directly into it. To say this is pleasing to me takes understatement to a whole new level. The model Husband - er, Santa - got me is a sport model which also takes my pulse rate - excellent since I've just started cardio training at the gym again!
Yet this year, while the bright and shinys were overwhelming (I also got Call of Duty 2 and have just finished taking Stalingrad back from the Nazis), it was the non-commercial, one-of-a-kind gifts that were the unexpected jewels under the tree.
My best friend A. in Ontario sent Husband a book that had been gleaned from a cleaning-out of her school's library.
The book, called "How Come Again?", is a collection of story-riddles (if you are familiar with the "Encyclopedia Brown" mysteries, these are similar but sillier), complete with cartoons, from 1960, and is a true delight to Husband's quirky curiosity.
My brilliant Cousin sent me a CD of her and her partner performing Christmas music! Could there be anything more wonderful than music recorded by people you love, for people they love?
And yesterday, my brother's traditionally-two-days-late Christmas parcel arrived from Newfoundland, complete with impossible-to-get-here Purity Jam Jam cookies (my favourites) and Peppermint Knobs and Blueberry Jam, and the very best things - photos of my 5-year-old nephew, and a picture he drew with his own hands.
Feline-inspired gifts included, among others, a gorgeous silver and copper kitty cat bracelet from Sis, the "Field Guide to Cat Butts" (complete with cat butt magnets), and a rhinestone cat pin from my Mother-in-law that is charming beyond words.
And far, far more, too much more to list here.
Blessed by an embarrassment of riches and some wonderful family and friends, we are.