Secret Santa Meets the Grinch


 I wasn’t sure if I was going to write a post about this, but I thought it might turn my lemon into someone else’s lemonade so here goes.  (and I know I’m going to sound petty and selfish — I do apologize)

  I signed up for a Secret Santa gift exchange on The Neverending Shelf’s blog.  I received the name of another blogger with a list of books they had on their wish list and – though the books weren’t familiar to me at all – I searched around to find a few on the list and had them sent.  Not a huge amount of time spent in the process, but enough (I felt) to make sure that I was choosing something this person would like.

  So a few days ago, my Secret Santa package arrived in the mail, and I was very excited to open it and see what treasures awaited (don’t we all turn back into children at Christmas?).  Alas, my husband had a good laugh at my face when I had my first look, because the books weren’t what I was expecting at all:

I certainly appreciate the effort that my Secret Santa made to package and send these books to me, and I don’t remember exactly what I put on my wish list; but these don’t even come close to anything that I would have chosen.  I did page through each of them to get a feel for the stories and I know that I am not going to ever read any of them.
I know — Bah Humbug indeed.  And I feel rotten because of it.  But I do want to see these books go to someone who are genuinely interested in reading them, so if you would like any of these books please comment below and I will gladly send them to you.

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