I’m thumbing through my mental filing cabinets, trying to remember the holiday traditions my family is supposed to have. But see, the problem is this: our traditions are kind of flickering, waffling a little, not quite sure if they want to stay or go. Get every family member a gift, or just pick names? Open gifts on Christmas Eve, or Christmas morning? Christmas brunch or Christmas dinner? Midnight mass or morning service? Colored lights or clear? Brandy slush or wine? Paper or plastic?
The only constant is laughter, delicious food (always a changing menu), and a house full of love. And this year, my frighteningly talented sister Maddie suggested a new tradition: a “make or bake” gift exchange, as opposed to the usual orgy of store-bought fare. (A little background: She is an art teacher, and her boyfriend is a chef.) Immediately, my brother and I shook our heads.
“No way. That is a very, very bad idea,” Jake said.
“What!” Maddie answered, somewhat indignantly. “Jess, you could write something, and Jake could…”
“Teach a child to do something for you?”
Jake is a teacher, so this was a perfectly reasonable response. We gazed around the room at the stacks of recently-opened gifts.
On my mother’s pile:
I bought her a decorative bowl and a draft blocker in the shape of a long cat.
Jake bought her some photo boxes.
Maddie had painstakingly and elaborately hand-painted a lovely wooden box my mother could use to store keepsakes in.
On my father’s pile:
I bought him a red shirt and tie.
Jake bought him a purple shirt and tie.
Maddie had artfully painted a set of bookends: one side containing a framed picture of him and his baby grandson beaming at one another, the other side consisting of the letter “M,” for our family surname. I nearly expected it to breakdance for a full four minutes, turn to my pitiful little JCPenney tie and say, “You got served.”
And I haven’t even gotten to the clever, hand-made decoupaged and painted flower pots, a gorgeous paper mache ornament, handmade magnets, and some homemade truffles and biscotti nestled in fluted paper cups, tied with real ribbon in cello bags, and tucked into Chinese take-out containers decorated with Christmas shapes and snowflakes. The kicker? They made all of this with a four month-old in the house. And he’s their child, so he’s probably not leaving.
“Oh, my gifts were all handmade, too,” Jake said as we watched our little not-so-homemade gifts get pwned. “In a sweatshop by some Malaysian children.”
Next year, I’ll be bringing my A game. I’m busting out the pinking shears and oil paints in June. Then we’ll see who the favorite is.
9 Replies to “A Christmas Pwning by Deb Jess”
LOL–very funny. You’d better start working now, girl, if you want to be done by next Christmas!
and maybe your sister and her boyfriend got that 4-mo old to help? Baby spit-up to adhere the paper for the decoupage?
Thanks for the laugh! Don’t forget your decoupage shellac. If nothing else, you can sniff it. Merry Christmas!
Great post, Jess. That is truly frightening that they managed that with a young baby in the house. What will happen when he’s a toddler? Our almost-2-year-old is giving us marching orders from dawn to dusk!
My advice is to HIRE someone crafty to make you some stuff for next xmas, then pass it all off as yours. Hmm. I think there could be a book there, or maybe a farce. (Not that I condone lying, of course!)
Great post – I love crafty stuff, but coming from a very commercially motivated family, I’m not sure home-made gifts would fly.
And this made me laugh out loud “Oh, my gifts were all handmade, too,” Jake said as we watched our little not-so-homemade gifts get pwned. “In a sweatshop by some Malaysian children.” Although I’m not laughing about sweatshops…
ha! I love the sweatshop line- it makes me want to meet your brother. Also like Joann I in no way mean this comment to condone, approve of or even hint that sweatshops are a good thing. No sir.
This made me laugh sooo hard because this year, my sister-in-law sent my kids hand-painted signs that said things like GO YOU DANCER and BASEBALL IS YOU…. only they weren’t painstakingly crafted AT ALL and we didn’t know what to make of it… still don’t. You always make it funny, Jess. Thank you!
Thanks, guys! My sister is a crafting and painting force to be reckoned with. I think my problem is I’m just kind of lazy.
This was hilarious!
Maybe you could just do the crafting equivalent of “fake bake” — you satrt with the JC Penny tie, and then add sequins, fishing lure accents, or flashing lights.
Now…what father wouldn’t love that?
Oh Lord, those crafty people sure know how to put us shoppers to shame, don’t they? I totally suck in the crafty department. I don’t even care. I’m even lazier than you, perhaps?
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