Sorry FOT, all of you lose, because my Secret Santa was the legendary and beloved Martin from Sweden. He sent lovely candies for the kids, something scary called hard salt licorice that he more or less promised no non-Swedes could handle (I can't wait to make them try it,) cool and funky soap made from recycled deep-fry grease by friends of his, a rock-paper-scissors automaton in the form of a book, and best of all, a copy of his documentary. Do you understand? I received a personal copy of a film from the film's director!
Wins all around for the fk family. Best December Resting Period to all of you. Thanks Martin!
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