It's beginning to feel alot like a bank loan. Unless I want to forego that Christmas Potlatch altogether.
Okay. Maybe I'll just whittle or glue or duct tape some stuff into a kinda pleasin shape and give that away. I mean, hey, I'm all outta gold, frankincense, and myrrh. Which ain't a bad thing altogether.
Accordin to Almighty Google, "the three gifts had a spiritual meaning : gold as a symbol of kingship on earth, frankincense (an incense) as a symbol of priestship, and myrrh (an embalming oil) as a symbol of death." No joke.
Now I ask you, who in their right mind would give "death" as a gift? Maybe, if a feller did it might go something like this:
"Hey, Honey! Look what I got you for Christmas! A Death Insurance.... er, I mean, a Life Insurance Policy! It'll pay out one million smackaroos. That's just to show you how much I care. By the way, how you feelin today?"
Okay, that ain't gonna fly. None of it. Maybe I'll just hide out till New Year's Eve.