So obviously as a recently parting JW, I've never had the hastle, the annoyance or the joy of experiencing Christmas. This year in our office was the first time that we did a Secret Santa, so I would joke with a few of the people looking for advice because I had never really celebrated Christmas. It was kind of a fun running joke for the past month or two, as they laughed and pitied over my past with me, which they pried about and I explained. Good times.
Anyway, this year I got to do my first Secret Santa. Wrapped up my first X-mas gift and all. Very fun. They manuevered for me to go last and I got a little cheap gift, which was cool and thoughtful. The card though sent me off to a odd portion of the office, scavanger hunt style and I knew something was up. The scavenger hunt took me from office to office and eventually back to where I had started.
On the table upon my return I saw a barrage of gifts. What is this? They had come up with the craziest idea to fill me in on a lifetime of celebrating Christmas. On the table, each present was marked with a year, one for each one of my life. They split up every year I was alive, and found a relevant present for what I'd likely have been getting from that year, whether it was baby food at age 1 or Rubix cubes at age 8 or ninetendo games at age 12 and on and on all the way to where I am now. It was all coordinated and researched, like a Back to the Future poster from 1986 and a Nirvana CD from 1990 and so on.
For someone who was loved but not singled out in that way, I was absolutely overwhelmed. I felt bad because it was almost like I had no emotions... I was too in shock from it all. It was a wonderful time, of course. I never cried then, but I am now.
Merry Christmas to all. People are wonderful. That is all.