As a rookie teacher at my school, I decided to partake in the office Secret Santa exchange. Since we have a large staff and include all teachers, admin and counselors in the draw, we fill out a short survey to give our gift-giver some hints on what we might like.
That year, I drew the name of another teacher in the office, Rina. She wrote on her questionnaire that she loved food and all things related to cooking. She noted “Kitchen Stuff Plus,” a Canadian housewares store, as her favourite store to shop. Having recently moved out at this time, I was quite familiar with the store too. So I went there for inspiration for her gift.
I walked up and down the aisles until something caught my eye. It was a beautiful fondue set with adorable ceramic ramekins and matching forks and spoons. And it was on sale! The whole set came in just slightly over the budget. I figured it was worth it, after all, the best gifts are gifts you’d buy for yourself.
I decided I wanted to have a little more fun with the gift. I wanted it to be an experience for her that day. I decided I would drop hints before the big reveal. I bought her a block of Gruyere cheese, a Lindt milk chocolate bar and a card. I wrapped the three gifts separately and on the card, after wishing her a happy holiday season, I wrote, “what do cheese and chocolate have in common?” On the big fondue set box, I attached a little note that read, “they’re both delicious when melted!”
The night before the gift exchange I was beyond excited. My gift was so fun! What could possibly go wrong?
I guess it started to slip when I decided the cheese would be the first gift she received. At most, I thought it would be funny. First thing in the morning, I slipped the cheese into the office fridge, wrapped with a bow on it. Soon, another teacher found it and asked, “Rina, is this yours?”
“No…” Rina replied staring at the package distrustingly.
“It’s got your name on it. I bet it’s your Secret Santa gift!”
“My gift is in the fridge?” She asked, her voice oozing with contempt. She took the package and opened it slowly at her desk. She cried out, “ewww! Is this a joke!? I don’t even like cheese!”
My stomach dropped. Never in my planning had I considered that some people don’t like cheese. I myself am lactose intolerant, and I eat all the cheese I can manage. This was a shock to me. A major oversight.
“Cheese?!” The other teachers exclaimed, crowding around her desk to see the atrocity that was her Secret Santa gift. Rina was utterly dismayed. Near inconsolable.
“Cheese as a gift.” The other teachers said.
“Who would do this!” They cried.
I sank lower in my seat, ignoring the commotion, staring straight ahead at my cork board. What a disaster.
“You should complain to Percy,” one of the teachers suggested shaking her head for justice. Geez. Go to the boss for receiving cheese? I felt like I had committed a hate crime. What kind of person loves food and all things cooking and freaks out about a block of cheese?! I would love to get cheese as a gift. And I would be logical enough to assume it was not the only aspect of the gift. A block of cheese does not cost $30. Unless it’s really good cheese. Which would in turn make it a really good gift.
I wanted to give up on the gift. The whole thing was so stupid. I wanted to pack up my stuff and quit my job completely. This office was unreasonable! Give the cheese a chance. But I had no choice. I was committed to the gift. It was too late to turn back.
I slipped the chocolate onto her desk during the first period. She came into the office in a hurry and dropped all of her binders atop it without noticing. She grabbed her items for her next class and disappeared, not acknowledging the chocolate that was crushed beneath her things. Strike two.
At this point, I scrapped the card. I couldn’t do it. She hated cheese and disregarded chocolate. This wasn’t fun anymore. What ever happened to being gracious and appreciating any gift you receive?
I angrily left the fondue box in her next class. After class, she brought it into the office beaming, holding the unwrapped package. She discovered the chocolate bar then too. She fucking loved it. Now everyone ooed and ahhed. The other teachers gathered around her desk to see her marvelous gift.
“I love fondue.” They said.
“What a great gift idea!” They cried.
My co-workers all wanted to know who the mystery gift giver was. I avoided eye contact and tried to fade into the background. The teacher who sat beside me had noticed a change in my disposition, though. When she asked me directly if I was Rina’s Secret Santa, I admitted it. I couldn’t lie.
Oh, how Rina showered me with gratitude after that. For weeks, the fondue set was all she talked about. She used the fondue set at her holiday parties, and it had been a great hit. She even bought some of her own friends their own fondue sets for Christmas too. Because it was such a great gift idea.
I’m a bit of a Scrooge because it did all work out in the end, but the story still upsets me a bit. I’ll never get over the big stink she caused when she found the cheese.
2013
Her first reaction would have soured me too
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It was tough!
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Oh man, I woulda walked out!
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Trust me, I was close to it!
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When I was in eighth grade I gave a female school mate a set of plastic lemon-yellow jewlery; a necklace witha crucifix and hooped earrings. She was one of the ‘cool kids’ and she and her friends made fun of me for it.
That was in 1972. Jump to 2010, she and I reconnected — and all she could talk about was that certain gift from that certain years — and how much them mean to her because she still has them and wears them at Christmas time.
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Aww, thatβs a sweet story actually. How something resonated with her for such a long time. Itβs too bad she couldnβt tell you when it happened.
Thanks for sharing π
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What person doesnβt love cheese? That reaction isnβt normal. Itβs not you: itβs her/them.
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Right?! I didnβt even consider that.
Thanks for dropping by π
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Well, at least you can look back and see it as a story now, quite a powerful one. It’s made an interesting post, and really proves what an imaginative gift giver you are. Happy Christmas.
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Thanks! Gifts are hard, but weβve always gotta try. Even if not everyone always appreciates them.
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Reblogged this on anita dawes and jaye marie.
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Cool! Thanks so much!
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I agree a very powerful story and it shows exactly how our thoughts influence how we feel and the importance of finding the positive…otherwise you would have bailed out early! I admire your resilience!
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Thank you! It was tough, but I was committed to the gift idea, more than anything.
Glad you dropped by π
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My pleasure!
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I actually like her first reaction–well, not the over-the-top part. That just sets her up for the great surprise. So the cheese came across as a gag gift rather than as a hint. Works for me! I’m all for the gag gift. LOL!
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Thatβs true! I had been expecting a bit of that! But it was blown out of proportion so quickly, it took the fun away.
Thanks for reading π
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What a clever gift! It’s too bad about the Cheese Incident, but I bet she felt really sheepish afterward, when she realized what the gift was.
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Yeah, I suspect thatβs why she gushed over it for so long afterwards.
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Oh, I am so glad that it worked out. I was feeling so sorry for you. It was brilliant! Glad it was well received in the end!
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Me too! But it was tough.
Thanks for reading π
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Wow… just wow. But I’m glad she liked it in the end. My work has a secret Santa that is voluntary, and I always choose not to participate because (1) I’m terrible at buying gifts for people, and (2) I have way too much to do already this time of year, and having to buy gifts is always stressful for me.
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Gift giving can be stressful, for sure. Thereβs a lot of thought and consideration that needs to go into it, which is not always interpreted in the same way. Like in my story.
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What a great story! Reading the reaction of your colleagues to the cheese made me angry, too, and happy to live in a country where that would never happen! π First because people understand the value of cheese, and secondly because the cult of the politically correct is far less prevalent.
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I would love to live in a country that appreciates the value of cheese! That sounds like the place for me.
Thanks for reading π
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::βYou should complain to Percy,β one of the teachers suggested shaking her head for justice.:: I had to look up what country you live in because this all seems so American. It’s heartening (sort of, for me) that this sort of shallowness could go on in Canada which I always put 2 or 3 notched above America on the maturity scale. I guess assholes live everywhere.
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That was the part that got me the most too! The outrage of the other teachers on her behalf. It definitely isnβt a common occurrence around here. It was just bizarre.
Thanks for reading π
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Even if she didn’t like the cheese this was no way to behave.
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Exactly! There are still gracious ways to accept unwanted gifts.
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“I felt like I had committed a hate crime.” What a great line! I think everyone has given a “great expectations” gift at some point in their life. You summed it up perfectly. In other news, I am also a cheese-eating lacto-intolerant. Should you ever feel the urge to gift a chunk of Gruyere, feel free to ask for my address… my reaction will not disappoint.
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Hahaha, I definitely will!
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Since my blog is “seeking divine perspective,” I’ll attempt to share some thoughts from another angle.
Whenever I’ve been hurt or offended, when I stop and think about it, Jesus has had the same thing happen to Him, often coming from ME in one way or another… How often have we complained about our circumstances, not realizing that they are a part of a wonderful gift that we can only understand fully later, when the whole gift has been revealed? But if we gave the giver (Giver) the benefit of the doubt – if we really trusted God – we would be grateful even without knowing the whole story. We would thank Him wholeheartedly, as an act of faith.
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Christmas gifts just get harder to pull-off every year. Me? I’d love the cheese and the chocolate but these days you just can’t count on someone else’s response to anything. Fortunately, when I taught school (in the Triassic period), exchanging gifts was largely discouraged. π
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I actually enjoy the gift giving though! But itβs definitely better when the gifts are well-received, of course.
Thanks for reading!
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