This week I was invited to a Christmas party by the Simmons with the mysterious instructions to meet at 96th street with a wrapped present. It wasn't clear if there was going to be some White Elephanting or what. When we get there we learn we're going to be walking to the Simmons home and passing out our presents to strangers on the way.
We got started right away. The idea was we'd kind of ambush a stranger and hold out all of our presents and they'd pick one and unwrap it. Then the person who had their wrapped gift picked would decide who to next gift along the way. Here was our first gift-receiver.
And the next.
And the next.
Am I just going to keep typing "And the next..." over and over? Maybe.
No. You know what? I'm just going to stop. You get it. These are the people we gifted.
This woman picked the present I had brought.
So I picked this kid to gift to.
A lot of people received gifts of DVDs that no one had ever watched or ever would watch. But the thought was what counted and it was counting all over the place.
This guy tried to get out of getting a present by saying he just spoke Spanish. Sorry! Only about 75% of our group spoke Spanish. You're getting a picture frame now, sir!
These girls were our last giftees of the evening. The whole operation went very well. We had three refusals, though. Pleasant refusals, but refusals nonetheless.
And then we retired to the Simmons home for some Christmas partying.
No shortage of treats. It was a lovely time. I hadn't been to a Simmons party since 2008. It'd been way too long. Simmons parties forever!