Every year for Thanksgiving when my family gets together we draw names from a hat. The person's name that we draw is then our "person" for Christmas night. On Christmas night the entire family gets together and we present our "person" a gift using an original poem (see below), a skit or a re-mastered and re-lyricked song. I usually do the poem, although there have been cases where I chose singing.
I remember one friend of the family when they heard about this said, "Oh, that's so much fun. You are so lucky that you get to do that!"
Lucky if you like singing and dancing and skits. I do not. I do not consider myself lucky. After twenty years of doing it, I think we've seen my swan song (again, see the poem below . . . my last).
One thing I noticed this year, thanks to some perspective gleaned from someone else in my family, was that most everyone did their song, dance, or poem about their "person." One person didn't. It was a stunner to perceive, and all of a sudden it was like blinders were thrown open.
I won't bore you with any specifics, except to tell you that I find it interesting that one person can open your eyes to so much that you've been missing throughout the years. I think we naturally tend to enjoy the blinders on our eyes, it's only when they are forced off that we notice the previously rose colored world aint so rosey.
Nevertheless, my poem to my "person", my Aunt Meg, is below.
So I guess it's my turn to stand up and speak
A poem about my person to present these gifts so unique
These presents you can see are huge, magnificent, stupendous
And like her, these gifts although great, are not at all pretentious
Two packages from work, from vendors, towers that I've regifted
All the billing girls at work will be quite upset that I lifted
I won’t sit here and attempt be cagey about my person
We can all agree that the longer I go the more these rhymes worsen
So I’ll only say this woman has meant a lot to me throughout the years
Shes a mom, grandma, aunt, "Elfin Glitzer" and "Sex God and Me" pioneer
Yes, Aunt Meg it's time for me to give back to you
A hard thing to do because generosity you have never eschewed
As her nephew from her I’ve gotten a lot
Old belts left at her house, underwear and socks
But more than those she and and Susan both gave me their time
Movies and lunches, for an awkward teenager all that was fine
Parties before heading off to Europe, and for marriage she has been a part of those show casies
She was even a half financier of these boots, twenty year old Lucheses
And three years ago she gave me this amazing camel hair blazer
With it on I'm as dapper as a crane, you pick, either Niles or Frazer
There is not gift by which I can properly express
Everything you've meant to me and help me be a success
Aunt Meg, in terms of best aunt, the race is down to you and Aunt Sue,
I hope you have a merry Christmas and a happy new year too