We’re playing Secret Santa at work. I know this because I got a slip in my box that says “You’re Milmo’s Secret Santa. He likes homemade food, pizza, and he stops by Quick Trip every day for some Diet Dr Pepper before coming into work.”
And I have rules to follow. Like I can only spend $5. And it has to be creative. And fun. And turned in before Christmas.
I’m trying not to be a Scrooge. It’s a nice idea. A way for us to bring the Christmas spirit into our job.
It’s just that I’ve procrastinated so much, and now, one week before Christmas, a new person has been added to my list. A person who loves going to Quick Trip. And the closest Quick Trip is not exactly a quick trip for me.
I forced myself to drive the 15 miles out of my way after work today. I filled my tank, filled my coffee cup, and plopped the gift card on the counter. The checkout guy asked “300 dollars?” with a grin. I replied with an embarrassed smile. “Um, maybe just $5.” I didn’t bother to explain myself.
Since I was on a roll, I stopped by my favorite store for a six pack of Diet Dr. Peppers. I plan to decorate them like reindeer, to cover the “fun” part of the gift. This is how I hope they’ll turn out. But with soda bottles.
Or maybe not. Mario just told me she ruined my hot glue gun. “I wanted to see if it worked with crayons,” she explained. “I was younger then.”
While wandering the aisles of the store, I found myself humming to the Christmas songs. A smile forced it’s way out when “I Want a Hippopotamus for Christmas” came on. Such a fun song! In the baking aisle my heart melted when I walked past a young mom holding a toddler who was nestled comfortably on her shoulder. She softly sang the songs to him as his eyes drooped sleepily. For a moment, I was saddened that those magical days were long gone for me.
But then I hit the craft aisle, and I hear: “Gracie NO. You’re not getting it. Put it back. Charlie! Gracie! Look what you’re making Charlie do. No Charlie! Pick it up and put it back! Gracie, if you bring that up to me one more time, you’re not getting the ribbon! Charlie! Get. Over. Here!”
Suddenly I was relieved that those “magical days” are long gone.
Now I’m hoping for a different kind of magic. The kind that has me ready for Christmas in time.
I’ll let you know how it pans out….