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.
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.
Haha, oh dear! But also yum, I love these chocs too, I love how they’re so smooth and a sensation of coldness when you eat them, well more cool than cold. Why didn’t it occur to Frank that your hubby could have been his SS? (That’s rhetorical by the way, I don’t actually expect you to have an answer!). I’ve often found secret santas to be disappointing, in that I feel I put a lot more thought into the one I give than appears to have gone into the one I receive! (That didn’t apply this year though when I was most pleased with the one I received).
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Even though it was rhetorical, I’m just going to go out on a limb here and say that Frank is stupid. š
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Haha, I Iove that story. Too funny. And it worked out tremendously for you! (Needless to say, as an introvert, I’ve never enjoyed Secret Santa exchanges. Or does that make me a scrooge?…)
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Perhaps you would like them more if there didn’t have to be a big reveal at the end.
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Probably. It’s that smiley, smiley interaction afterward that’s awkward.
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True. Especially if one of you has to fake liking your gift. That’s always hard.
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Yours would be like, “Oh, look, an autographed copy of Seneca Scourge…. again.” š
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Actually, I’m pretty good at that part. Gee, I’m making myself sound like a sociopath. Best quit while I’m behind. š
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I’m sure you are (good at that part, not a sociopath). I just couldn’t help getting that little jab in, which, for the sake of any other readers here, was not at all based on fact! (At least that I know of!)
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The good news is, I have too much empathy to be a sociopath. The bad news is, that can be crippling (as I’m sure you know). So come Friday afternoon I have to shut down all news sources to avoid being a sad lump all weekend. The weekend recharges my positivity and gets me through another week of heartbreaking headlines. š¦
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Yes, I DO know. You talking about being sad has now made me sad! š¦
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And thank goodness for weekends!
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Boy, I’ve really taken your post on a tangent. My bad. Let’s be happy now. I have to go make chocolate chip oatmeal cookies for my hub’s birthday, so that’s happy, right? And tasty.
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Oooh yes. Or you could make one of those Kent tart things that Vanessa whipped up for us all this morning. She’s such a riot!
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Yes, loved her clip!
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You had me at ‘Lindt Lindor Chocolates ‘ in the reader… omg……..lucky you. Our house can’t support any more chocolate of they will turn us in, although there is a tiny reed box in the candy bag that sports that same logo… Enjoy!
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Oh, I did enjoy them. A looong time ago. š
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Oh the sacrifices you are willing to make on behalf of your hubby…:)
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I know. This vocation to the married life is really rough sometimes.
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This was a very chocolate Christmas around here. We have so much chocolate in the house right now, I’m set to be the next biography of the 600lb woman on the lifetime channel.
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I’ve tried twice now to get rid of some of our loot to the homeless man who usually stations himself at the corner on our way to Costco, but he keeps not being there! I gotta get rid of some of this–the Christmas cookies, that is. The chocolate can stay, with my blessing, for as long as it lasts, which won’t be too long.
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The nerve of him! The next time you see him you should remind him of his duties as a homeless guy. š
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Cha! For reals. Is what I’m sayin’!
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Funny. I’ve never had them and I LOVE chocolate.
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You haven’t LIVED, my friend! You must look for some, and tell me how you like it.
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Score! How did he react when he found out it WAS your husband after all?
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He thought it was really funny. š
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