{"id":7985,"date":"2011-01-01T14:06:25","date_gmt":"2011-01-01T19:06:25","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/johnesimpson.com\/blog\/?p=7985"},"modified":"2011-01-01T14:06:25","modified_gmt":"2011-01-01T19:06:25","slug":"holidays-bloody-cutthroat-holidays","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/johnesimpson.com\/blog\/2011\/01\/holidays-bloody-cutthroat-holidays\/","title":{"rendered":"Holidays &#8212; Bloody, Cutthroat Holidays"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.paulaltobelli.com\/mean-santa\/\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter\" title=\"Mean Santa (click for original)\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/johnesimpson.com\/images\/mean-santa-sm.jpg?resize=500%2C483&#038;ssl=1\" alt=\"\" width=\"500\" height=\"483\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p class=\"smalltext\"><em>[Note: I don&#8217;t know any of the people in the above image (click on it to see it where I first did, in its original form). I found this Santa quite unnerving, though.]<\/em><\/p>\n<p><span class=\"dropcap\">T<\/span>he <em>RAMH<\/em> regular who goes by the handle &#8220;whaddayamean&#8221; <a title=\"whaddayamean: the loss of a gift in a holiday game\" href=\"https:\/\/johnesimpson.com\/blog\/2010\/11\/amusing-ourselves-to-death\/comment-page-1\/#comment-24707\" target=\"_blank\">commented<\/a> yesterday on a post from back in November. She referred there to a game called a Yankee Swap, which I gather to be the same one enjoyed by The Missus&#8217;s family for many years. Down here, though, it&#8217;s called the &#8220;Dirty Santa&#8221; gift exchange.<\/p>\n<p>The idea is that everyone attending a holiday get-together brings a wrapped gift. But you don&#8217;t know who will get your gift; indeed, you might even wind up with it yourself.<\/p>\n<p>All the gifts are piled in the center of the room, and everyone draws a number from a hat or bowl. Then you go around the room, in numerical order, as follows:<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px; padding-right: 30px; font-size: 90%; line-height: 1.25em;\">Aside: in the instructions below, I&#8217;ll drop for readability&#8217;s sake my usual obsessively gender-neutral practice of <em>s\/he<\/em>-ing all the pronouns. It was starting to make even me crazy.<\/p>\n<p>Player <a rel=\"tag\" class=\"hashtag u-tag u-category\" href=\"https:\/\/johnesimpson.com\/blog\/tag\/1\/\">#1<\/a> picks any gift at all from the pile, and opens it. Everyone oohs and aahs, or laughs, and then things get really interesting&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>#2 may also pick a gift from among those remaining in the pile. In this case, play moves to <a rel=\"tag\" class=\"hashtag u-tag u-category\" href=\"https:\/\/johnesimpson.com\/blog\/tag\/3\/\">#3<\/a>. But #2 <em>may<\/em> choose instead to &#8220;steal&#8221; the gift which <a rel=\"tag\" class=\"hashtag u-tag u-category\" href=\"https:\/\/johnesimpson.com\/blog\/tag\/1\/\">#1<\/a> opened. In this case, <a rel=\"tag\" class=\"hashtag u-tag u-category\" href=\"https:\/\/johnesimpson.com\/blog\/tag\/1\/\">#1<\/a> returns to the pile of gifts, and opens another.<\/p>\n<p>Okay, now it&#8217;s <a rel=\"tag\" class=\"hashtag u-tag u-category\" href=\"https:\/\/johnesimpson.com\/blog\/tag\/3\/\">#3<\/a>&#8217;s turn. She may pick from the pile (you&#8217;re seeing a pattern, right?). OR, if desired, she may steal either <a rel=\"tag\" class=\"hashtag u-tag u-category\" href=\"https:\/\/johnesimpson.com\/blog\/tag\/1\/\">#1<\/a>&#8217;s gift, OR #2&#8217;s. The stealee can now steal someone else&#8217;s gift, or return to the dwindling mound of gifts for a fresh one. And so on, and so on.<\/p>\n<p>As with any good game, some caveats are in place to keep things (haha) civilized:<\/p>\n<ul>\n<li>No one can immediately steal back something which someone stole from her. She can, however, steal it back later. (For example, on #2&#8217;s turn above, if 2 steals from 1, 1 has ONLY the option of selecting a new gift. But if 3 then steals from 1, the latter is free to take back whatever 2 stole from him.) <span style=\"color: #888888;\"><em>(You&#8217;re following this, right?)<\/em><\/span><\/li>\n<li>No gift can be claimed by more than three owners: the third person who acquires it (even if she has stolen it back) <em>keeps<\/em> it, for good.<\/li>\n<li>After all gifts have been opened from the pile, player <a rel=\"tag\" class=\"hashtag u-tag u-category\" href=\"https:\/\/johnesimpson.com\/blog\/tag\/1\/\">#1<\/a> can then force someone to trade gifts with him.<\/li>\n<li>Finally, at least around here, they cap the value of each gift: it can&#8217;t have cost more than $15.<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<p>Part of the fun of the whole thing, for me anyhow, is actually acquiring the gift to bring. You can go practical &#8212; bringing a kitchen implement or set of screwdrivers, for instance. Or you can go wacky or enigmatic. (One year, I brought a carved wooden hand, a sort of ornament or decor item, which stood on the wrist. It didn&#8217;t do anything. It just stood there.) Or you can opt for the fun approach &#8212; bringing a game or childhood toy, even if none of the participants are children.<\/p>\n<p><!--more--><\/p>\n<p><span class=\"dropcap\">O<\/span>ne of the great Simpson-family holiday traditions used to be (maybe still is?) a game of Spoons. That&#8217;s the one where you start out with a pile of spoons, numbering one fewer than the number of players, and a deck of cards containing the same number of &#8220;ranks&#8221; as the number of players. (Obviously this limits the game to fewer than 14 players.) You dump the spoons in the center of a (preferably carpeted) floor. Players array themselves on the floor, in a ring, roughly equidistant from the spoons. (For reasons which will become obvious, the preferred posture is kneeling, with one&#8217;s toes curled and spring-loaded for traction.)<\/p>\n<p>Finally, you deal the cards.<\/p>\n<p>On each turn, every player selects one card from the four in his hand and passes it, face down, to the player on his left. You all now look at the four cards you hold.<\/p>\n<p>If they&#8217;re all the same rank, you quietly* grab one of the spoons from the center. As soon as that happens, <em>every other player also grabs for a spoon<\/em>. The player with no spoon is out of the game. You discard one set of four of the same rank (all four 3s or whatever), set aside a spoon, and deal again. And so on.<\/p>\n<p>Obviously, the climactic encounter is the final one, when only two players remain, with a single spoon in the center. They often pass their cards <em>verrrrry<\/em> slowly, sometimes not even looking down at their hands: instead, they watch their opponent&#8217;s face, or his hand&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>&#8230;because as soon as a hand twitches towards that last spoon, all traces of civilization go up the flue. Brother against brother, sister against mother-in-law or cherished nephew, it makes no difference how much the two finalists love each other, would <em>die<\/em> for each other in different circumstances. Jungle law prevails. Bring on the National Geographic camera crew, and the physicians licensed in the replacement of eyeballs, in skin grafts and bone-setting. The Last Spoon Must Be Had, even if it means gouging at one&#8217;s opponent&#8217;s fingers and peeling them back, one at a time, from the spoon handle. If the evening&#8217;s host has failed to move fragile furniture or pets well out of the way beforehand, well, what are they, stupid or something?<\/p>\n<p>(Oh, and yes &#8212; bluffing is allowed. You may twitch spoonward. But if you <em>touch<\/em> a spoon, as either a bluffer or bluffee, and do NOT have a matching set of four cards, then you&#8217;re automatically out.)<\/p>\n<p>How about you? Any beloved family games which sometimes result in (perhaps figurative) bloodshed &#8212; and, indeed, that&#8217;s part of the fun? And do you find, as I and apparently whaddayamean have found, that the youngest participants are sometimes the most ruthless?<\/p>\n<p>And looking back on yourself as a kid, does this really &#8212; <em>really<\/em>, now &#8212; surprise you?<\/p>\n<p>___________________<\/p>\n<p>* Or flamboyantly. It&#8217;s a matter of personal style (and sometimes blood-alcohol level).<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>[Note: I don&#8217;t know any of the people in the above image (click on it to see it where I first did, in its original form). I found this Santa quite unnerving, though.] The RAMH regular who goes by the handle &#8220;whaddayamean&#8221; commented yesterday on a post from back in November. 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