My God, I love Christmas. Not the Jesus, midnight-mass, crèche-y sort of Christmas, with forced family visits and crabby holiday travel. No.
I love the boughs of holly, elf (but not on the shelf) ornaments, log fires, and garlands for days. Rat pack Christmas carols. Mistletoe. My grandmother’s whacky bright Christmas decorations that are cheery and kinda tacky. I’m talking good ole rambunctious, alcohol- soaked, rum ball holiday spirit. Good will, peace on earth and spirits bright enough to bounce you into the New Year with no hangovers and fewer regrets.
Plus I love all things winter-y. Plus Christmas lights of almost any kind.
This is Secret Santa theme week at Lady Smut. The secret santa is, to my mind, an inspired idea. First of all there’s the secrets. Love ’em–especially harmless ones like secret santa stuff. Second of all, there’s the santa part. You get to be santa — how cool is that? Here are some guidelines that I think would help the secret santa tradition:
- When you least expect it, expect it. My best all time secret santa-y experience was getting serenaded “Goodnight Sweetheart” in a stairwell by four hot guys doing quartet harmony. Best. Gift. Evah! The lead singer turned out to be my secret santa. And I never saw it coming.
- Luxury food items, please. Especially in small portions. If your secret santa gives you goodies, why should you have to share? The best part of secret santa is the secret part.
- Generosity as an addictive art form. An author once said to me: “Generosity is the art of giving people what they want, not what you think they need.” She was right. It is an art. Observing people as you try to figure out what they really want is not easy. But once you figure out what they want, giving it to them usually is. Sometimes the pleasure you give to others feels even better than receiving. (Great advice in bed as well as at the office. ; > )
- Be your own secret santa. Is there something you really, really want for the holidays? Say some amazing lingerie? Get it for yourself. You’ll be amazed by how good you feel in secretly treating yourself instead of waiting for someone else to get it for you. Shhhhh! I won’t tell. (For instance–see the images? Treat yourself to any one of them. Just click to buy.)
- Leave no Scrooge behind. In an ideal world, one should be able to pick her secret santa target, but no one should be left out. That cranky pants person no one wants to pick in the office? What if, like, five of you got together and just bombarded that person with tiny gifts. You never know, the shock tactics might melt the old witch’s/bastard’s heart. That’s a teary dickens moment waiting to happen, right there.
And if you like BDSM romances with swanky settings, D.C. powerbrokers, and secrets galore, here’s Elizabeth SaFleur’s book UNTOUCHABLE, just for your Christmas stocking.
Be merry and bright & follow us at Lady Smut.