Nowadays Secret Santa runs pretty smoothly between the siblings; we draw names Thanksgiving weekend and exchange our gifts Christmas Eve like clockwork. But back in the day, the year we first started this tradition, things were not so great.
Well, I guess for the other kids things were awesome, but not for me. I was all excited because I drew Taylor's name (an easy one, since she was only 3 years old). When it was my turn to give Taylor her gift, I gave her these cute little Care Bear slippers and waited anxiously for my Secret Santa to give me my present. 8 year old Savanna hands me my gift, and I rip it open excitedly. I pull out... a roll of toilet paper, smeared with chocolate (get it?.. yea).
Savanna and the other kids start giggling, thinking this is the funniest thing ever. I was not amused, whined, "Mooooooom!" then Savanna says "Just kidding!" and hands me another box with my real present. I open it with relief.. until I pull out a bag of Lifesavers Wintergreen Mints.
Yup. Lifesavers mints. Thanks a lot, Savanna. Secret Santa is now regulated by Mom, so no