Before I get into the THEME, did anyone notice many people in PJ’s in our Christmas photo? Last year, I was three weeks post surgery and didn’t want to attempt street clothes. So I wore my milk bone dog biscuit PJ’s (pictures are posted here if you really have a burning desire to check it out) and everyone who arrived exclaimed “I didn’t know we could wear PJ’s”. This year, everyone was invited to wear PJ’s and most did.
Ok, on to the Chicken theme time. We christened this Christmas with the “Christmas Chicken” that you see in the pic. I thought I should tell you why this ugly, non-edible chicken will be blessing our Christmas table for years to come. Many of you are probably thinking “It’s Connie, nuff said“. But, imagine that, I’m still going to tell you. <Insert ear plugs now- remember, I warned you.>
It began at Guru’s Christmas party. (Translation: this means it’s all his fault) We took a gift for the gift exchange and imagine my surprise when the gifts were being opened that many were “white elephants”. I love white elephants, and we didn’t play properly!
I was number 57 of 70 people to pick. I could select a fresh gift or steal. Hmmm, what do you think I chose? STEAL!!! I stole a coffee mug/plaque set. Plaque said something about innovation and mug said something about laziness. Perfect!! But, it wasn’t meant to be. Since my gift was stolen, I had to pick again.
I selected a new gift and got a gift certificate to TGI Friday’s. And I was bummed -BORING! Fate saved me to steal again and this time I stole the dancing flashing stuffed reindeer that I knew would make Guru’s lips disappear….but wait, ……….don’t steal it! Damn!
Disgusted, I announced to the room that I wanted the TRUE white elephant gift and stole that gecko dinosaur spotted UGLY piggy bank. Everyone was laughing and then I had the whole room howling when I ran to Guru, cupped his face, and told him “Honey, look what I got for YOU, I can’t WAIT to put it on our Christmas dinner table”.
Yep, you guessed it – stolen. Why anyone would steal it is beyond me. They must have been smoking the same crack Guru was went he FED Mandy her EAR DROPS! My next selection, an autographed pic of Colonel Clink was stolen, too.
I ended up with a cranberry scented candle, my favorite scent, so I can’t complain. But I am and aren’t you disgusted you didn’t put the earplugs in?
I couldn’t forget about that ugly, stupid bank that I’d become attached to in such a short time and wanted to share with my Christmas guests. A week later, I was at Goodwill and stumbled upon this funny looking chicken and decided it was an appropriate consolation prize. Hence, the birth of the Christmas chicken.
Guru was NOT impressed with the “Christmas Chicken”. As a matter of fact, the words that came out of his mouth inspired me to decorate chicken and have our guests see if they could guess the Christmas theme (aka: what Guru said). I thought “Choke the Christmas Chicken” was SO OBVIOUS and was surprised no one guessed it. So I put everyone’s name in a pot and Gino won the prize – a electronic sign for the car window that can be programmed for 5 phrases. It even had a remote control to make it easier to flip off drivers on the road! Gino did you program a flip off phrase?
Ok people, I’m done ranting. You can take out the earplugs cuz you’ll need to know this next part.
The rules for next year’s Christmas dinner are:
PJ’s
Guess the Chicken theme
White Elephant Gift Exchange (rules will be email prior)
