Is the heart within the body?
Nov. 23rd, 2019 02:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
todayiamadaisyLast year my work's end of year party (actually a sit-down lunch) featured a lucky dip Kris Kringle/Secret Santa. That is, everyone who wanted to participate put their little gift on the table and took one at random. The price limit was five dollars, and the range of people included school leavers on unemployment placements, truck drivers, counsellors, retirees who volunteer as shop assistants, and me. That was a high degree of difficulty, finding something that fit those parameters.
This year, the warehouse supervisor, who is organising the lunch, said, "It's just nice to all sit down together, let's not have the hassle of Kris Kringle." Which is nice, I think.
But there is also a tiny part of me that is disappointed, because I have spent all year looking at small things and weighing up their potential as Kris Kringle gifts. All that effort gone to waste. I mean, it was probably half an hour all up, but it was also a whole year. Hmph.
Now we will never know which I would have chosen: one $5 budgerigar-shaped tin of tiny biscuits or two $2 novelty ice cube trays plus a $1 chocolate.
This year, the warehouse supervisor, who is organising the lunch, said, "It's just nice to all sit down together, let's not have the hassle of Kris Kringle." Which is nice, I think.
But there is also a tiny part of me that is disappointed, because I have spent all year looking at small things and weighing up their potential as Kris Kringle gifts. All that effort gone to waste. I mean, it was probably half an hour all up, but it was also a whole year. Hmph.
Now we will never know which I would have chosen: one $5 budgerigar-shaped tin of tiny biscuits or two $2 novelty ice cube trays plus a $1 chocolate.