I never got my taco.
During the World Series, Francisco Lindor of the Cleveland Indians stole a base, and, because of that, Taco Bell promised everyone in America – all 319 million of us – a free taco.
(That’s 54-billion delicious taco calories!)
But, you had to be at a Taco Bell at a specific time on a specific day and, well, my nearest Taco Bell is 25 miles away.
I never got my taco.
I’m still a little sore about that.
I love getting free stuff.
Which is why I love Secret Santa.
I once worked in an office.
(A long time ago. How long ago? Someone in my office once asked the office manager, quite seriously, if she put her document through the brand new, and a little scary, fax machine, was she going to get her original document back? See, it was a long time ago. You probably don’t even know what a fax machine is. Was.)
We decorated our office doors and had a party (spiked egg nog and the whole bit) and we did Secret Santa – picking a name out of a hat and secretly leaving gifts for the person whose name we got.
I loved the little things Secret Santa would leave on my desk for me, like reindeers made out of candy canes and pipe cleaners.
Adorable and delicious.
And, I loved being the sneaky Secret Santa who hid things – like reindeers made out of candy canes and pipe cleaners – on people’s desks. (Perhaps I was the person who once used an entire roll of packing tape to firmly attach the candy cane and pipe cleaner reindeers to my giftee’s phone receiver. Perhaps.)
But, for the past 15 years I’ve been a one-person office.
There are a lot of good things about being a one-person office.
Like no endlessly long meetings with well-meaning folks who want you to know exactly what they’ve been doing at their desk for the past five years. (I had a little nostalgic anxiety attack just writing that.)
But, it also means no Secret Santa for me.
Or, does it?
I’m Secret Santa’ing anyway.
And, hey, look. I got your name.
OK, so maybe there’s no taco for you. (Yeh, I know. Join the club.)
But, I do have something for you. Here’s your Secret Santa gift …
Ten minutes of extraordinary old baseball film from 1900-1920, including footage from the 1905 New York Giants, the 1909 and 1910 World Series, and the 1919 “Black Sox” Series.
Missing baseball in the winter makes my heart ache. Watching baseball that’s 100-some years old, and seeing that it hasn’t changed much at all, makes my heart ache even more.
(Your Secret Santa is such a softie.)