Imagine the situation. It’s the workplace “Secret Santa,” a yearly custom that nobody really enjoys but that staff members feel obliged to follow every December as if it were a requirement of their employment contract.
Employees clumsily unwrap gifts while attempting to determine whose coworker is in charge of whatever worthless “under a fiver” item is inside.
An inexpensive candle, some unappealingly perfumed bubble bath, novelty socks, a box of old Matchmakers chocolates that was given away,
A pair of plastic wind-up teeth connected to a joke that was never really humorous in the first place, and a “comedy” sex toy that makes everyone uneasy and is reported to HR…
Present after present that is stress-wrapped in work restrooms, quickly purchased at lunch, and that no one truly needs or desires. It makes one wonder: what the devil is it all for?
Not because I don’t love the people in my life, but rather because that love is difficult to express via material possessions,
