Secret Santa Drama
I don't know about anyone else but I can't wait for Christmas to come and go. Things need to get back to normal, or what passes for normal. I'm not a holiday person. I don't go out of my way to celebrate them. Holidays are actually my favorite days to work. No one else is there so the day is peaceful and productive. The patients are appreciative that someone is there, so they seem extra cooperative.
This year I got into the spirit of the thing by having some of my patients help trim the tree. Hanging ornaments is a wonderful balance activity. We also did candy canes. I helped cut and tape the holiday chain that drapes from one of our walls. I gave money toward the manager's present. But that's as far as it goes. I will celebrate by taking treats to all the horses in the barn. My spoiled ponies will get a little extra but everyone will get something. That's my kind of giving.
I like to choose who and what I give, not have it made a requirement. This year we're having a holiday lunch at a nearby Mexican place. Rehab employees, who are new to all of us, from our sister facility will be joining us. Even though I generally skip parties, that seemed acceptable until we were told to bring a Secret Santa gift. We're going to pool the gifts and draw numbers. Since when did Secret Santa become mandatory?
Half the fun of Secret Santa is figuring out something for your person. Even if they provide ideas, it's still up to the giver to make the selection. I like to give gift cards to favorite stores or restaurants. Even in smaller groups, it's still fun to find out who had whom. To do that now means buying a generic card under the limit amount or trying to think of a generic present. The idea is making me less inclined to even bother.
Maybe you should just call me Scrooge. It wouldn't be the first time.