I am rarely surprised by Christmas gifts.
But this caught me by surprise. Not just because of the gift itself, but because of the execution of the charade.
This is what I opened Christmas morning, which was pretty awesome, because I jumped back into photography this past summer.
But it was what I opened a few minutes later that turned Christmas into a conspiracy. There was a box, which contained a box, within which was nestled another box, inside of which was hiding yet another box. This last box contained a set of keys, which went to this:
Yes, I now have a brand new motorcycle. Shiny.
To say I was surprised would be a bit of an understatement. Too bad I have to wait until April to ride it.
