Secret Santa creeper

So a classmate of mine has been sick for almost a week. She talked about how she felt as if she had the plague and then went to the doctor today. I've always thought she was such a cool person, and since she wasn't feeling well, I thought I would do something nice for her. I knew she liked princesses and so I bought her this book that was my favorite princess story from when I was a kid. Then I wrote her a get well card along with baking her cookies and adding a goodie bag of chocolate and candy canes. I took all this stuff and drove half an hour to look for her house. I rang the doorbell and no one was there so I left all of the things on the front step. The entire time I thought I was being a bit like a creeper. I felt so great about all of this at first. I felt like I was doing a good deed and being a secret Santa. The more I thought about it, however, the more I realized that I might be doing something extremely creepy. I mean, here I was baking cookies and buying gifts for someone I barely knew just because she was sick. Then I look for her house and leave stuff there in an unmarked bag? I suddenly became paranoid that I WAS being a creeper. A Secret Santa Creeper. Then I got paranoid that I left it at the wrong house. What if she doesn't actually live here? I thought frantically. What if she moved? Or what if this is the wrong street, the wrong house, the wrong TOWN? Oh, what to do? Someone might come home, see all the stuff I left, and be all, "What is this?!", then throw it out! Oh dear, then what would I do? Nothing, I suppose. Just be more careful next time. I drove all the way home worrying about this and it wasn't until I checked my messages later that I received some redemption. It WAS the right house, after all, and she liked my gifts! Yay, I did a good thing. Now I can sleep.