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So... tomorrow as part of work's holiday festivities is a White Elephant gift exchange. Which I'm pretty sure I don't understand.
Go out and buy something that you think nobody's going to want so that everybody can take home more stuff they don't need.
It feels... a little offencive, even. Like buying food that nobody likes and making them eat it when they're full and there are people outside going hungry.
Go out and buy something that you think nobody's going to want so that everybody can take home more stuff they don't need.
It feels... a little offencive, even. Like buying food that nobody likes and making them eat it when they're full and there are people outside going hungry.
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But, American's fear of being seen as cheap/poor along with our snobbery ended up making it into kind of a farce.
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I don't think it makes me feel any better about it, unfortunately.
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When in Corvallis, Jim would have a W.E. exchange every year. There was a brutally offensive plaster bust that made the rounds. Every. Year. People came to fear the bust. They loathed the bust. They told stories about how they nearly got the bust, or how they sluffed it off on someone the next year at the same W.E. exchange.
I got the bust three times. I disliked it enormously, but there were rules about the bust. One couldn't just throw the bust away. One couldn't give the bust outside of the crowd in which it originated -- I couldn't, for instance, mail it to my Aunt in Peru. And the giving had to be fair; I couldn't leave it on a doorstep, either. I rid myself of the bust one year, only to get it for my birthday in February, gave it away again, got it back as a housewarming gift that summer. Bad year for me. The stories were good, though.
So, to keep the history, we began putting names and dates on the bottom and back of the bust, to chronical it's loathsome journey through all our lives. The result is that the bust became somewhat valuable, as it showed tiny glimpses of the crowd and its interactions.
Go, find something loathsome, and sign it, date it, and print out some instructions to go with it. Make a tradition.
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Also, in my circle, we took a certain amount of pride in finding gifts that were the subject of the maximal number of 'steals'. So, in-demand gifts were never a bad thing around my circle of friends.
I know what I'd steal gleefully in a White Elephant - a collection of "The Best of Coyote's CD Mixes"
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However, I do notice that you don't have a Christmas gift from me yet. (:
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Provided I don't keel over first. Brain has already melted.
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I understand your concern, but the party itself seemed more about the fun game aspect and socializing than anything else... I like the CD idea :)
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However... I don't have anything in Santa's bag for you, and rumor is you've been a good girl this year. You should stop by the mix page and see if there's anything you'd like in your stocking.
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Another popular gift here: the Big-Box-Of-Crap-From-My-Office-I-Don't-Want-Anymore. These are significantly less sought after, but always good for a laugh.