Xmas, the aftermath

Each holiday season I spread the wondrous stash of Xmas booty across the carpet and revile in the glory that are unsolicited material goods. Sure, ’tis the season for giving, peace and togetherness. And it’s also a time for booty. Lots and lots of booty.

This year was better than most. Thanks to all who contributed to my comfort index. However, one gift stands apart from the herd. It’s special. It’s different. A re-gift passed from father to son and back again for 12 years. Neither of us have dared crack the seal.

It’s a big, old plastic jar of…well, the picture below says it all. Not sure what one does with this product, although the label indicates the contents are flammable.

What was your favorite Xmas gift? Please talk amongst yourselves..

4 thoughts on “Xmas, the aftermath

  • December 28, 2004 at 3:26 pm
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    come on people! This thing got karma hits, so I know it was read. anyone get anything cool for xmas?

  • December 30, 2004 at 12:26 pm
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    Well, I suppose the latest edition of the Chicago Manual of Style qualifies as cool in my circle…

  • December 30, 2004 at 1:47 pm
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    Wow you know how to rip it up, EP.

  • January 3, 2005 at 11:36 am
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    Showing up late to the party, but my favorite gift was a 12 inch tall Buddha statue for my garden (long story) – given to me by my parentals. Besides the obvious humor in receiving a Buddha as a Christmas gift, the best thing about it was my Mom’s description of stalking a fellow shopper’s cart to exchange the only remaining, albeit damaged, Buddha, for the lovely undamaged one in the cart. Buddhapuss is undoubtedly shocked – how very un-zen!

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