Mystery Socks

A week ago Saturday, when I poked my head out the door to get the mail, I saw a package sitting on my doorstep. All of my Christmas purchases and people have been accounted for, so my first thought was that it was a mis-delivered item; a something intended to land with one of my neighbors.

I picked it up, and peered at the address label. Nope, it was addressed to me. Puzzled, a little excited inside because I love surprise presents, I took the bag in the house and slit it open.

Inside, I found three lovely pairs of alpaca wool socks. In my size. (My feet are a little longer than the average bear's, and one-size-fits-most often doesn't.) Clearly, whoever sent the gift knows me and my weakness for soft wool. Pleased, I looked inside the bag for the shipping slip which would tell me who had sent such a lovely surprise.

There was nothing in the bag but the socks.

The return address label was no help, it just showed the address of the shipper.

I called the first four most likely suspects. No, they hadn't sent me anything.

Still puzzled, I left the socks on the table for a few days. I smiled every time I walked by. Here I had visible proof that somebody loves me. I figured someone would contact me to see if their package had arrived, but, crickets.

I eventually took the socks upstairs and happily wore them, their warmth and softness providing an all-day hug for my toes.

A week later, I've still not heard anything from anyone about the gift. ???? 

I thought about contacting the company to see if they'd tell me who placed the order, but thought better of it. Once upon a time, I'm pretty sure they'd have been happy to assist, but in this age of scams and bots, such requests are out of line. 

I'll admit, I like the mystery; the not knowing who was so kind. It leaves an aura of love hovering in the room.

But. If whoever sent the socks thinks I know they sent them, they might be wondering if perhaps I have lost track of my manners. I hate to appear to be an ungrateful wretch.

If the person who sent the sock happens to read this, please know I am most grateful for your gift.

(It just now occurs to me I COULD contact the company and ask if they usually include a shipping receipt, and it was just left out of my box. I will do this later today.)

I am saddened, horrified, angered, and frightened by what I've read in the news this week. Is this really happening here? In my country?

The socks have provided much-needed counterbalance.

Good Is. Anyways.