The bleepin’ Gingerbread House. Looking good here.
Five minutes later. I want my money back.
GRIN # 345
Well, now that all of the holiday hoopla is over, it’s back to the daily grind.
Can I admit that I’m kind of relieved? Is that terrible? It’s not that I actually prefer work over the throngs of family and festive obligations, but work is calmer, quieter, more predictable and, frankly, I don’t have to clean nearly as much.
Don’t get me wrong: I really enjoyed Christmas this year. Tyler’s excitement on the Big Day was just incredible. As I sat watching him open his presents and scream with delight, I thought “remember this, remember this.”
It was the work that almost killed me. I washed more laundry and dishes than I thought I owned, ate an obscene amount of food, and found a variety of ways to rip and squash boxes so that they fit in the recycle bin. I vacuumed until my arms hurt. And if I find one more of the twisty ties used to package toys, I’m going to kill myself. I have dishpan hands, a bloated figure and a splitting headache.
Ah, but I’ve survived. Here in my office, post-holiday, the silence is sublime. Tyler is in camp as I write this. And my office chair seems to be saying: Welcome back.
Ah, the time is upon us.
Every year I say I’m not going to go overboard on gifts. And then I end up looking cheap. So this year I’ve gotten something for everyone. Like it or not (and you better!) you’re getting gifted.
Gift giving is hard, though, seriously. I now buy my own gifts for myself and put them on Jerry’s credit card. I know. It’s not romantic or surprising. But his dad gave his mom a paper shredder for Christmas one year so I know what’s coming.
Regift or not? I say, “Why not?” (Actually I say, “Hell, yeah!” but don’t tell any of the people I’m giving gifts to this year).
Seriously, re-gifting is the ultimate in recycling.
AND…may I be so bold as to suggest giving White Elephants?
This is blatant re-gifting. You’re not trying to pull one over on anybody. I’ve done it with friends and my mom and sis. You basically give what you already have. Maybe it’s something another person has always admired or something you don’t use anymore that you think the other person would like.
The bonus with giving White Elephants is that it’s always fun (and funny!) and really cost-effective. Each White Elephant comes with its own story–why you picked that gift, where you got it, why you don’t use it anymore etc. My mom uses the White Elephant giving to pass things down to my sister and me.
Two years ago at our family swap, I received the Lexus talking badger (from those funny commercials) and I brought it back to the swap last year. I thought it was hilarious! Others, not so much.
So, if you’re gonna regift, have a sense of humor about it–and hope others do too–especially if you mean it to be obvious. The laugh itself is worth way more than a brand-new coffee mug, candle, hand lotion and all that other crap we give each other every Christmas.
One more thing. And this is important: if you don’t remember who gave you a gift, DON’T re-gift it. It’s too risky.
I’ve seen someone re-gift a gift to the person who gave it, forgetting she was the giver and trying to pass it off as new (does that make sense?).
It wasn’t pretty.
And it makes you look like a dumbass.