I’d like to preface this by saying that I really love Christmas.
My tree is already up (it’s late November as I write this), gift shopping has commenced and I don’t think it’s ever too early to re-watch Elf.
It’s a season that’s all about joy, family, friendship and traditions that we cherish, despite the fact they make absolutely no sense. What’s not to love about that?
But there is one little Christmas tradition I’m more than ready to leave in 2019.
For anyone unfamiliar, Kris Kringle – also known as ‘Secret Santa’ – is a gift exchange between a group of mates or, worse, colleagues. You agree on a spending limit, you pick a name out of a hat and you buy that person a present.
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Oh, and you’re supposed to keep it a secret.
It’s the absolute worst. Allow me to unpack.
1. The spending limit.
Let’s start there. The spending limit for Kris Kringle tends to be around the $20 mark.
I struggle to think of what to buy people I KNOW and LIKE when there is no spending limit. What the hell am I supposed to get Karen from accounts for a mere $20? Cue a stressful, last-minute dash around the shops. I hope you like candles, Karen.
2. The secrecy.
If you've ever worked in an office, you'll know they're not exactly synonymous with secrecy. We're all just one kitchen chat with the office gossip away from knowing who picked who, let's not pretend otherwise.
3. The shitty presents.
I've never received a good Kris Kringle present. Ever. Last year? Bubble bath (sweet, but I don't own a bath). The year before? A reusable tote bag (I later saw the exact same one in a shop for $1). Another time I got a tea cosy, which was possibly a reference to the fact that I'm British. But while I do enjoy a nice cup of tea, I'm also not 90 years old ¯\_(ツ)_/¯.