Secret Santa, Secret Santa, bring me my gift.
Make it so heavy that it’s hard to lift,
Wrap it in paper, stick it with a bow,
Under the tree is where it should go.
On Christmas day, I’ll grab it up quick,
And tear open the package with just a flick,
Revealing the gift that’s hidden inside,
“Just what I wanted!” knowing I lied.
And just remember this part, don’t forget,
We all agreed on a boundary, preset,
You can’t spend more than the ten-dollar limit,
Ok, fine, spend twenty, just never admit.
Thoughts from the Front 
Come on, what’s the fun in that? My Jewish ancestry dictates that if you spend beyond what you should you must let recipient know hence increasing the whole guilt factor!
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Guilt factor… it’s like ‘obligatory gifts’ that someone told me about recently.. the gift you get because someone is giving you one. /smh
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Wow, never thought of that…Ha, ha
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And it’s supposed the be the Season of Joy…. I can’t wait for it to be over! š
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