Secret Santa Snafu

Here’s another timely piece to follow last week’s Thanksgiving post. Maybe next week I’ll have a new year’s story for you!

My husband and his coworkers exchanged names for Secret Santa. During Advent they left small gifts in each other’s mail boxes.

My husband sneaked a small package of Lindt Lindor chocolates (the best on the planet, IMHO) into –we’ll call him Frank’s–box just before Frank walked into the mail room.

Come to Momma!

So Frank sees the chocolates in his box and says, “Ah, man. This must be from my Secret Santa. Too bad I’m on a diet.” Then he turns to my husband: “Here, do you want these?”

Husband responds with a straight face, “Sure, I’ll just put them in my box and pretend they were a gift from MY Secret Santa.”

Frank says, “Oh, but if the person who gave them to me sees them in your box he might think I didn’t want them and gave them to you.”

Husband coolly responds, “That’s all right. I’ll just take them home then.”

Wife graciously volunteers to eat them all and hide the evidence.