My new acquisition from this weekend.
I've been at White Elephant war with my Uncle Alan for several years. The war continued this weekend. Here's a little background!
Year #1 -
The first Christmas after Alex and I got married, we went to the Haas (my mom's side) family Christmas party. We play bingo every year and get "wonderful prizes" selected by that year's host. I got a shellacked hot dog bun that had flowers and other lovely things glued to it. It had been an actual Christmas gift to my Uncle Alan and his wife from a now ex-daughter-in-law. I was practically escorted out of the house when it was time to leave because they wanted to make sure I didn't leave my lovely present behind! However, the bread conveniently fit into their mailbox that was at the end of a long drive not visible from their house! : )
Year #2 -
Uncle Alan got my Aunt Louise (that year's host) to wrap up the bread and wait until I won to give it just to me. We were pregnant at that time with the girls, so I thought the "special gift" was baby clothes, etc...ah no...it was that darn piece of bread again! And - I couldn't leave it in the mailbox because it wasn't Alan's house.
Year #3 -
We didn't attend the party because the girls were still under 1 and it was in St. Louis this year - too long of a drive with little ones!
Year #4 -
I had saved the bread for two years waiting to return it to its rightful owner! We brainstormed on the way up how I could get Alan stuck with it! We thought the best scenario was to hide it somewhere in the house since Alan & Maria were hosting again. My mom suggested hanging the gift bag on the shower head in their bedroom...but we couldn't figure out how to get upstairs without raising suspicion. However, the perfect opportunity arose when Maria suggested I change the girls' diapers upstairs on their bed - yes!
So I thought I was safe - since I had the bread and hid it! Wrong! They thought that I'd misplaced the bread, so they made a special LARGER loaf themselves, rigged the bingo game by writing down all the numbers on my card, and gave me an extra special gift...my mom got a nice candle! : )
Alan tried to find the bread I hid before we left - but ah ha - to no avail! I just wish I could have seen his face when he went to take a shower this morning...!
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That's hysterical! We're currently in a war with a large plaster relief of the Last Supper (painted a lovely shade of gold). We got it in a box with some auction items and left it on Mick and Carrie's front porch. They gave it to Eric and Julie. Eric and Julie hung it on our front porch one Christmas. We gave it back to Mick and Carrie when they moved. They recently returned it to us when we moved. It has broken and we're going to repair it with duct tape and give it back to...who knows?! I love these games!
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