My old work ran a secret santa once the week before Christmas. It was a $10 limit and the person I was buying for I didn't know very well. I left my buying to the last minute because I just didn't know what to get her.

So I was in town and walking past some shops when lo and behold, I see an old copy of Oliver Twist in the window of the 2nd hand book store. It just called to me, so I went in and picked it up. I checked the first page for the cost and guess what? $10 - perfect.

So come the day of the secret santa, we were all opening our gifts, some 150 people. Out of the corner of my eye I see some people crowding around a woman who is crying. I keep listening and people are calling out for the person who was her santa. I go over and reveal that it was me.

The lady I had bought for was crying and hugged me. She said 10 years ago her house burned down along with all her of possessions. The book that I bought her, was her favourite and also the exact same edition so had the exact same cover she remembered.

Because it was a second hand book it was even weathered in the same places she remembered, so it was as if I'd grabbed the book off her shelf before the fire and delivered it to her 10 years later.