Is not so frightful, actually.

Some of the awesome things I get to give people for Christmas arrived today, in two little boxes and one big box. (So far. We've seen USPS and FedEx; there's still a possibility of Ista's mortal enemy, the UPS dude. Ooooh, she hates him so much.) I am filled with squee, because this stuff is so cool, and every last bit of it will be a surprise.

I also feel like the list of things I did not buy for my godson for Christmas ought to earn me some points somewhere. Child-sized crossbow! Child-sized bagpipes! Laser-guided scissors! I have seen all of these things, and within my budget, too. But did I buy them for Robin? I did not. Because I love his mother and dad, is why.

Also there is pepparkakor dough chilling in the fridge. Mmmmm. Pepparkakor.