One of my least favorite things in the entire universe is
white elephant exchanges. Invariably, and I
mean every.single.time, I get the crap present.
I knew this but never said anything about it to anyone until Kevin
mentioned it during the holidays. I didn’t
realize that he noticed but he did.
His work did a gift exchange at their party. The difference being is that the owner bought
all the gifts and they were not cheap gifts.
As we watched, there were a few things that we nudged each other and
nodded approvingly. There were others
that I was like “Umm, no. don’t choose a present that is that shape.” Those were the kitchen appliances, like
mixers and toasters.
Kevin ended up choosing an expensive multi-tool, a definite
boy thing. He was mildly excited about
it but not over the moon. It’s not really something he will carry with him and
use frequently. He has some of my gift exchange karma, I think.
Now, fast forward to my work party. I’m in a room with twenty people, many of
whom I don’t know. I’ve worked here for
just over ninety-days at this point. This
gift exchange was $10 gift cards so not a bad idea, really. Until it was.
I bought a Fred Meyer/Kroger card because a) I forgot about
it and 2) I went with practicality.
Yeah, I totally chose my own card. They were all in all the same envelopes so
you couldn’t tell which was which. I
played it cool, figured that I guess it’s a win. Then the boss stole it from me so I had to
choose again.
A coffee card…hooray! Except it was for a town fifteen
minutes away. (see? Bad karma) Then someone stole it. (I know!) I chose another gift card and it was for
Itunes. Sigh. I’m not an Apple person, I hate their products,
actually. But I thought “Shiny side: I
can give it to one of the kids for their stocking.”
Then someone else who also had bad exchange karma and he
caught my eye. Silently we agreed to
trade cards after it was all said and done.
Hooray! We both worked it out.
It was a $10 gift card for wally world. Not great and my first thought was like the
Itunes card: I’ll just use it on the kids.
But then I didn’t. Fast forward
one month and I’m shopping for a mattress topper. I spent a little more than I planned because
I had a ten dollar gift card.
I swear to sweet little eight pound baby jesus this is
true: It didn’t work. I know!
Now I mentioned in a previous post that my mother-in-law
wanted to do a gift exchange at Christmas for the adults. We were against it because there is a person
in the family who is sensitive pants and ugh, just no.
We agreed that the gifts should be $15-20 and to buy one boy
gift and one girl gift. I purposefully
and thoughtfully chose gifts that people could use. Something useful and not something off the
sale rack. Something I wouldn't mind getting myself.
Then my sister in law decided to look up games on the
interwebs just to make it more awkward, I guess. We all were given a gift then had to roll a
die to see if we passed gifts left or right or kept our gift. We did two rounds of this with eleven
adults. It was awkward and weird and we
all hated it. (and totally effed the boy girl thing, by the way)
Yeah, I totally ended up with a gift I bought. It was a gardening set so it wasn’t awful but
it also wasn’t something I was excited about or needed. Kevin got a Ten-in-One game set that we’ll
never use.
I returned the gardening set and spent the cash at the
dollar store and second hand store. I
guess it was a win, other than just being annoyed. the game set is just going to sit in a cupboard until I get frustrated looking at it and send it to Goodwill.
So, can we just not with the gift exchanges? Someone is always unhappy, people are usually uncomfortable, and it rarely comes out fairly.
Let's just give each other candy and move on with our lives. No one hates candy, right? I mean I'd literally rather have a white chocolate elephant shaped candy than endure a gift exchange. Can someone make this happen before next Christmas?
1 comment:
The only way I can cope with white-elephant swaps is if I tell myself that if I lose something I wanted, I will buy it for myself. I did that this year: my friend group did a swap, and I unwrapped a throw blanket I really liked, and it got swapped away from me. So I went out and bought myself one.
I think edible stuff is a great idea. William had to do his first work white-elephant swap this Christmas, and he picked out a container of chocolate ornaments. He came home with a Ghirardelli chocolate sampler. Win!
I've also been interested in trying the kind where you can't buy something, you have to bring something from your house. It seems like that might be even MORE stressful, or it might be funny/fun. My parents' church did that kind of swap when I was too young to participate, and the stuff ranged from funny-terrible (bedpan, dusty candle shaped like a tiger) to pretty excellent (re-gifted stuff, mostly).
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