I received word from a very reliable source that a package was waiting for me back at my lair.

After running many a red light, maniacally cackling along the way, I swerved into my parking spot and kicked down the door. Waiting for me on my chair, with his legs delicately crossed and pinstriped all the way up the length of his body, was my husband.

With a wink and a flash he vanished in a puff of smoke, leaving behind a package containing evidence from his last capers:

The first, a blood-covered statue of himself atop a pedastal, gleefully gesturing to the world his greatness.

The second, a beautiful account of his deeds that helped him rise to the top as the Clown Prince of Crime.

I'm not sure how my Santa procured such rare delights, but I do hope they covered their tracks well, because you never lay eyes on my man just once!

Thank you so very much Santa for these AMAZINGLY perfect additions to my collection. How in the world did you know I had a fascination with my favorite villain of all time?! I am eternally grateful, and as soon as the book is done being flattened (the American post was quite rough) I'm going to find a sleeve and add it and the chess piece to my completely healthy and nowhere near mentally unbalanced collection!

(I'll add a picture of these treasures in the collection soon!)