So yesterday was the first day of Secret Santas at Grace’s school. Same dreadful drill as when we were kids…pick names out of a hat, get somebody you’re not friends with, and then try to think up gifts all week long. What with Nutcracker rehearsals and performances, I didn’t hear about it until Sunday night, but the girls and I had made cookies over the weekend so that seemed like an appropriate gift, fitting the “small, home made” type of requirements. So we got our act together, and Grace gave a decent gift.
Luckily it is better to give than to receive, because some poor child’s parents are on the other side of that utter fuck-up line. What Grace got from her Secret Santa was a small binder clip holding a styrofoam packing peanut that had been rubbed in the dirt.
Grace is awesome and resilient. Instead of dwelling on her misfortune, last night she worked on a big colorful drawing of terror and destruction…a mutant parrot stomping on buildings and eating a cow is just right for the boy she picked out of the hat.