Gift Exchange “Game”
Have any of you ever been to a party where they say there is going to be a “gift exchange” so bring a wrapped gift? Then you go to the party and find out this “gift exchange” is really this ridiculous “game” called “Chinese something or another) where after you draw a number an choose a gift from the assortment of gifts and you really like the gift, the group “turns” on you and any of the group can “steal” the gift from you if they like your gift better than the one they chose, and this goes on not only once but 3 TIMES! I thought Christmas was the season of giving not taking.
We had a neighborhood association party this past weekend and this is what happened. It was held in a nice Christian neighbor’s home where they had a beautiful tree up, a lovely Nativity Scene under the tree, angels all over the home, the host gave a blessing before the festivities “Bless us Oh Lord and the gifts we are about to Receive”, and the hostess even wore a cross around her neck. Everyone enjoyed a pot luck meal then those that had brought gifts gathered around the living room for the “exchange”.
Now, the group had done this same “game” last year, and I was hoping that this year they would come to their senses after a few complained last year (including me). But NOOOOO. I informed the hostess who was also leading this “game” that I would not participate if they were doing that ridiculous game again, that it made no sense, I didn’t understand with the spirit of Christmas giving that this game revolved around the act of “stealing” or “taking”, and it did not depict the Christmas spirit, and that she could donate my gift to someone else. Well, she egged me on to participate, and that if I liked my gift that I could keep it and not participate in the “stealing” part. OK, like an idiot I agreed to stay on.
Even the new neighbor that was sitting next to me said “why don’t they just draw a number, pick a gift, and be happy with what you get?” to which I replied that I felt the same way. Well, everything went along OK for a while, I chose my gift from the assortment on the coffee table, I was instructed to open it up, and it was a lovely ornament (everyone was to bring an ornament). In fact, every gift / ornament was lovely, and anyone should have been glad to have whatever they chose as each one was very lovely. I thanked whoever brought that particular ornament and announced that it would be going home with me. Then I started getting jeered from some of the group. Again, I voiced my opinion that if you get a gift in a Christmas gift exchange, you should not have to worry about someone coming over and “ripping it out of your hands”!
There was a minister and his wife along with their 4 children (2 daughters and 2 sons) attending, and they let the smallest of the boys play the game. When his turn came, he chose a package, opened it, and it was a glass turtle ornament, really cute. Everyone ooohed and aaahed and the boy’s mother came over and had him gently put the ornament back in its box since it was glass and would be protected from breaking. The little boy’s face lit up when he saw the turtle (perfect gift for a little boy) and he ever so gently put the ornament back in its gift box, having a look of accomplishment on his face. It was so cute.
WELL, they got down to the last person, who happens to be a bit of a bully herself, and apparently according to the game, the last person can either choose the last gift or “steal” one from someone else that had already opened their’s. Well this person shouts out “I WANT THAT TURTLE!” and reaches over the table and grabs the gift box. The little boy’s face told the whole story. He didn’t know what just happened. He didn’t understand this “game”. He wondered why this brash person just “ripped” the little turtle away from him.
Let me back up a bit. Earlier when we were eating the meal, I had brought brownies as my contribution to the meal. The hostess asked who made the brownies, to which I replied that I had, and several people said how great they were. A few minutes later I noticed this small boy standing next to my chair, he only came up to my shoulder, and he whispered ever so softly “May I please have a brownie.” Now here is a small boy that would not even take a brownie off a plate on a buffet table without permission, and here he is being urged by “mature adults” to “take” a gift from someone because someone “stole” his gift. The little boys oldest sister knelled next to him, whispered in his ear, and motioned towards the new neighbor sitting next to me, who had opened a lovely hand blown glass Nativity Scene ornament. The little boy then silently, without saying a word, came over to the lady, took her gift bag, rummaged around in the tissue, produced the small box, and quietly returned to his place on the floor. Again, you could see on his face that he didn’t understand why he was being instructed by the “mature adults” to take something from someone else without permission from that person, but he “obeyed” the adults that were prodding him along.
What kind of message are we sending to these children? Especially since he was a minister son? Are we teaching them that it’s OK to steal or take things from others as long as we call it a game? Isn’t that what bullies do in the school yard? Take a child’s lunch simply because they like it better than what they have? The world is in turmoil right now, people taking from others, countries being bullies to those who cannot stand up for themselves, living in a trow away society, not appreciating and being thankful for what we have, and now we are teaching our children to do the same? Shouldn’t we be getting back to family values and what the true meaning of Christmas is really about?
When that happened, that was the last straw for me. I got up, picked up my gift package, and left the game, walking over to the other side of the room where my husband was seated. On my way, several of the group shouted that I was “not allowed” to leave the game, to which I answered the last time I looked this was America, land of the free.
As I sat at a table with my husband and other folks who chose not to participate in the “game”, a lady from the group comes over with her gift package, sets it on the table, and literally tries to take my gift package. I protested and informed her that I was not in the “game” to which she said I couldn’t get out of the game. At that, I held on to my package and announced that I was going home, and thanked the host and hostess for a lovely party. I looked at my husband and he gave me the keys to the car and that he would walk home as it was only a couple of blocks. Of course, I was hoping my husband would have stood by me and left when I did, but that is a whole other issue.
A few minutes after I returned home and got settled in with our cats, my husband arrived, just enough time for him to have walked home since I drove the car home. He must have left just right after I did, although he told me that the party broke up after I left, but these people didn’t look like they were in any hurry to leave. So even though he didn’t say it, I hoping he left the party in support my my stand, although it would have been better had he left with me in support of where I stood on the issue of this “game”.






























































