Elves.

While I was growing up, there were elves at my house. They did random acts of service during the year, but they tended to appear more at Christmas time. Earlier this week, I walked out after work find see my car covered with inches (literal inches) of snow. It was on my short day, and really I didn't have a lot of pressing things that had to be done, so I turned on my car to warm it up and cleaned off my car and 3-4 other cars of fellow employees who were going to be there later than I was. It was my warm-fuzzy for the day. I thought it was just kind of fun. Friday was a snowy story day and so that night, I walked out-late and mildly stressed because I had to drive through the storm to pick up a friend for the weekend-to find that elves had struck my car and that it had been cleaned off before the snow froze on to the car and the windshield. I was so grateful. Thank you to who ever it was. It made my night a lot more enjoyable.