Bah Humbug!
We’ve all seen them. They come in various shapes, sizes, and consistencies. Whether it is the dreadful underwear hidden beneath the deceptively cheerful Christmas wrapping, or the three-armed sweater knitted for you by your Aunt Marge. Perhaps it was the gift certificate to the ice cream parlor, when you are lactose intolerant. Or maybe the pseudo-matching bookends that even your grandfather wouldn’t use. You know what I’m talking about. Yes… yes, you all know. I’m talking about bad christmas gifts! The kind that make your Christmas spirit shrivel up inside of you like a dried up prune, while on the outside you must paint a happy face so that you don’t hurt any feelings. The kind of things that would eventually wind up in an Alanis Morrisette song.
Well, I got a whammy this year at my office Christmas luncheon. We played dirty santa, and apparently someone took the word “dirty” to it’s fullest. Cheered by the sights of others receiving gift cards to the likes of Best Buy or Starbucks, or receiving really cute Christmas dishes (some with candy and cookies on them!) Heck, even my own cheesy gift (one of the M&M’s candy jars) was stuffed to the brim with packs of M&M’s. And chocolate is, of course, always a worthwile gift. By the time the first item I had opened (a really cute Frosty the Snowman and gift card to Lowe’s) was stolen from me, most everything was either frozen, or not something I really wanted. So, I gathered up my wits and courage and braved the dwindling pile of gifts under the tree.
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