Every year at work, the employees usually decided to do a
Secret Santa thing. I always hated it. Not because I didn't like the Secret
Santa idea, but I was a supervisor; and everyone seemed intimidated if they got
my name. That either meant I got showered with gifts from a paranoid employee,
which made me feel bad; or I got nothing from a disgruntled one. Either way,
not fun. This particular year, they voted to get a small gift for every day of
the week - Monday through Friday, five gifts.
I happen to be quite a Christmas freak, so I was really
hoping that this year might be different. I tried not to, but I couldn't help
getting caught up in the fun while I was out picking out five gifts to
surprise my person. Maybe this year I would get a good Secret Santa. It could happen. On Monday
morning, I snuck my gift into my person's box. Of course, I acted cool when I
checked my box. You know, like I wasn't excited.
Day one: Nothing. Maybe my Santa was busy and forgot.
Day two: Nothing. Ok, now I'm worried I got a bum Santa.
Day three: Nothing. Now I know I have a bum Santa. Definitely
a disgruntled employee.
Day four: Want to check but not sure if I can handle
another day of disappointment. Nothing. Sigh.
Day five: What?! I am completely surprised to find a
small, nicely wrapped package in my box from my Secret Santa. So maybe my Santa
isn't a total Grinch.
I am so excited. Maybe my Santa saved up for one really
awesome gift instead of five small ones. Several employees are in the office,
so I can't go crazy and rip the paper off in my excitement. I open it slowly...and immediately put on my "Happy" face, so no one can see what I'm
really thinking, which is "This must be a joke." What I unwrapped was
a tiny Lego kit. It was a Lego ninja complete with a set of weapons and a
little wagon to carry them.
I smiled and laughed like it was cute. Then I went in my
office and closed the door. I set the little ninja box on my desk. Seriously?
Why in the world would someone get me a Lego ninja? I'm a grown woman. I'm the
administrator of several important programs. Obviously this person doesn't know
me at all. I tried to keep calm and just write it off as another stupid Secret
Santa year.
I went back to my computer to finish some paperwork. Then,
I looked at the ninja box, back to the computer, ninja box, computer, ninja
box. Ok, maybe I might look inside for a minute just to see what parts are in
there. I mean, I don't want to be rude. Someone did go to the trouble to pick
it out for me. Next thing you know, I have my ninja fully assembled and holding
on to his tiny sword. Good thing my door was closed because I was hopping my little
ninja around my desk saying "Hi-yah!" and practicing some vicious
kicks. I tried out the other weapons as well.
I moved things aside to make room in the middle of my
desk for my new best friend, Lego ninja. He had a place of honor right next to
my computer. Whenever my employees made a mistake, they would find him on their
desks. They knew I had sent my ninja after them, and they had to bring him back
to me.
My Secret Santa never came forward that year. Maybe
he/she was afraid of the backlash from the other employees for unleashing my
inner ninja. Yeah, I still have him. So if you find a Lego ninja on your desk,
you know what to do. Hi-yah!
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