$5 limit. An invitation with a Bible verse guilting people into sharing. "Creativity encouraged." And the hottest gift last year were greeting cards from the Holocaust Museum. Sounds like a goofy sacrilegious gift swap (my favorite kind), no? No. Which made my presents look awesome at the Christmas party with my new small group. Turned out, everyone not only went over the $5 limit, but wrapped their totally legit presents beautifully. And then there was me. With my adorable "I believe" set with a wind-up Santa toy, the cheesiest Obama pin I could locate, and sparklers. Who doesn't love sparklers (and Obama and Santa)? Perhaps the Republican who received it. Who even knew there were Republicans in Massachusetts? From Michigan/California at that!
Not only did I get shown up on the swapping front, but Erik the Blonde whupped everyone on the treats to eat front. I brought homemade bean dip and eggnog. Respectable, yes. But Erik brought good wine (because he says he knows the difference, the rest of us just nod along), smoked turkey, sliced red peppers, sun dried tomato cheese spread, sliced apples, and Triscuits (I'm forgetting an item here). AND homemade sugar cookies, frosting, and 4 different kinds of sprinkles. How am I supposed to earn kingdom points and win with him as my competition? (At least there were no butterfly finger sandwiches a la Longmuir. I'll be ready next time, Blonde) And how are we supposed to enjoy Christmas without atrocious holiday sweaters, inappropriate chocolates, or ironic (but not that ironic) Obama pins? I tried, folk(s), but I'm afraid the Christmas spirit is just being lost on my new small group.
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