Yesterday before I left work, I talked to the woman who organizes the Secret Santa thing every year. Let’s call her Mrs. Claus. Mrs. Claus was appalled when she heard what I had received. She looked up who my Secret Santa was, without telling me the name, and asked if I’d like her to talk to SS. I said I would, and we agreed she would just say something like “Mrs. X. is puzzled about why she received kids meal toys.”
This morning I checked in with Mrs. Claus, and she was riled up. My SS had been really defensive and hostile, and Mrs. Claus said she now has an enemy for life. I apologized for that, but she said she wouldn’t want to be friends with this person, anyway. Apparently my SS was told by our school social worker that this was a White Elephant kind of thing. The social worker is wrong about that. Actually, the social worker was Mrs. Claus’s SS last year, and gave her a bunch of useless crap.
It’s a little weird that someone would read the directions and the survey (buy things that the person wants, read their survey carefully to find out about hobbies, favorite foods, spend $2-5 each day and then $15-20 the last day) and think that this was a White Elephant thing. My SS was angry with Mrs. Claus and said she wasn’t even going to come to the before-work party today, which is when the big gifts are given and the SS’s are revealed.
And she didn’t. However, she did leave me a gift, and it had Ghirardelli chocolates, an iTunes gift card, and an Amazon gift card in it, valued at more than $25. I don’t know if she did that at the last minute, or if she was planning it all along.
The whole thing is soooo awkward. I did the best I could, which was to write her a glowing thank you card for the lovely presents, and I left it in her mailbox. (Meanwhile, Mrs. Claus got a bag with a bunch of dollar store junk, and stuff that clearly was unwanted, regifted stuff from someone’s basement, and she is ready to quit the whole thing. We may be done with Secret Santa at our school!)