Holidays

12 Last-Minute Gift Ideas and Some Creative Lies To Support Your Lack of Planning

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Editor’s Note: This is another one from my Yuletide archives…

1. Slim Jims from the corner convenience store.

[Take cheap plastic meat out of cheap plastic packaging prior to arrival. Wrap meat in the ugly silk scarf that Cousin Edna tossed your way 20 years ago and you’ve never worn.] “This is a special friendship log that I ordered for you from Bolivia. It was hand-made by hundred-year-old nuns in a convent dedicated to the log-making skills of St. Felicia the Sturdy-Limbed. They have taken a vow of silence, so I don’t really know what’s in it, yet legend has it that you will now be fertile whenever fertility might be necessary. But you might want to stay away from Bolivian sacrificial ceremonies if your loins start to tingle, especially if there is an active volcano nearby.”

2. The leftover plastic cap from a gallon of milk.

[Be sure to hold cap upside down when presenting with a flourish.] “This is a tea light holder recycled from salvaged parts of Apollo 13. This has actually been on the moon and was later touched by Tom Hanks when he was rehearsing how to look uncomfortable in a tight place. That patch of dried whiteness that smells like dairy is really one of the astronauts sweat, dripped on that very spot due to the heat of reentry. Only 10 of these were ever made, and Ron Howard owns 9 of them. By the way, you probably shouldn’t show this lovely gift to your cat, because it might get whacked under the couch and you will never see it again.”

3. A chicken bone from KFC.

[Light incense just before proffering to recipient.] “This is a special love talisman blessed by the Voodoo Priestess Marina del Crotchlina de Taco Bella. She rubbed it profusely during an intricate, midnight ceremony wherein there was chanting and the releasing of orgiastic cries whilst startled chickens experienced sudden changes to their flight itinerary. If you wear this around your neck, you will exude an overwhelming musk that will have lusty, foreign lovers throwing pebbles at your window late at night, begging for a chance to sample your secret recipe.”

4. An empty dry-cleaning bag.

“They have been lying to you all these years. This really IS a toy.”

5. A small tree branch that fell in your yard.

[Prep this item by stripping away ugly limbs to make it more convincing. A splash of red food coloring on the sharp end will be a nice touch.] “This is a battle spear used by the Mayans during the Cucaracha Revolution. Some say it’s the very spear used to torture Mother Theresa Quesadilla, forcing her to reveal the hiding place of the Babbling Bishops while she was held captive in a Mexican restaurant. Late at night, if you listen carefully, you can hear the spear asking if you’d like a side of guacamole with that.”

6. An old bucket and a garden hose.

“This was Marie Antoinette’s favorite bidet. I got it on eBay. Apparently, she doesn’t need it anymore.”

7. The bag of grass clippings that you forgot to drag to the curb on Trash Pickup Day.

(For authenticity, peel the produce sticker off an apple and slap it on the bag, giving it an air of somehow being imported from a faraway land where people speak funny and have odd holidays that don‘t make sense.) “This is mulch from Scotland. It was composted under the very tree where Mary, Queen of Scots, had someone executed for not wearing plaid at a time when they really should have done so. If you use the mulch properly, your begonias will thrive, you will suddenly know how to play the bagpipes, and you will feel the growing need to dispense with underwear whilst sporting a kilt.”

8. The never-read owner’s manual in the glove box of your car.

[Prep work: Cross out any wording on the front, and then seal the book closed with duct tape. Beat manual on ground to give it that nice ancient-text aura.] “This sacred book contains all of the secrets of the known universe. But you are not allowed to open it until Justin Bieber is no longer popular. If you open it before then, there is the possibility that he might reproduce, and this planet simply cannot survive if there are two of him.”

9. The spare tire off your car.

“Wear this around your waist and roll down a hill. Everybody is doing it in France. Except Marie Antoinette.”

10. Beer

I think this one is self-explanatory.

11. Scratch-off Lotto cards.

Because nothing says “thinking of you” like making someone perform manual labor on a little rectangle that they will just throw in the trash when they don’t win anything. Translation: “You are disposable to me, and my affection is dimming. Can you pass the pea salad?” (Side note: Only present this gift to those people where it’s fundamentally clear that you will never be in their will and/or it’s obvious that anything in their will can’t possibly be worth squat. Side note two: Yes, I realize that some people actually do hand out scratch offs at Christmas, but that’s not the only thing you give them, right? Right. So, totally different scenario.)

12. Great Aunt Pearl.

[Preparatory Note: This gift should be directed towards individuals that are the least related to anybody else in the room, like the latest girlfriend of your distant meth-lab cousin who changes paramours and incarceration facilities every month.] Nobody likes Pearl. She’s scathingly rude and doesn’t bother to bathe properly and is so bitter about everything that she hasn’t had an admirable bowel movement in 37 years. (Admit it, there’s a pearl in every family shell.) Isn’t it time another family had the opportunity to be berated about everything they try to do in their lives? I think so.

Share the misery and cast the Pearls far and wide. Who knows, maybe Pearl will finally find a family that doesn’t disappoint her as wretchedly as her own does. And in that respect, you’re performing a noble public service. (P.S. Be sure to tuck all those unwanted fruitcakes in Pearl’s overnight bag as she heads out the door. It’s the only way to get rid of them. P.S.S. I sure as hell hope I’m not the Pearl of my family, because it’s very possible that I am.)

13. The Best Last-Minute Gift of All.

Simply being there for your true family, however you define “family” or “being there”. All snark aside, your presence is far more golden than your presents. The gift that goes both ways is getting as close as you can to those who celebrate you home, regardless of wills and bloodlines. And maybe you can’t be there physically, and that’s fine, the spirit is what matters. Love is not a biological mandate, it’s a choice, a freedom, an essence that sits at the dinner table even if the chair is empty, a warmth that happily samples the fruitcake in us all and doesn’t mind the weird candied green things. Holidays are about who you think of, not where you are.

And now I’m off to drink the rest of the milk, because I’ll probably need that cap in a few days…

 

(Originally posted in “The Sound and the Fury” on 12/22/10. Revised and updated with extra flair for this post.)

 

21 replies »

  1. I do love the old plastic cap from the milk bottle idea. Just the fact that you have that entire story from Apollo 13 is amazing. I really believe I could sound very convincing when presenting that gift to someone that I like….or dislike. Great suggestions, Brian! I hope you and your partner have a wonderful holiday and a terrific New Year!

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  2. Damn, Christmas was yesterday here – I especially liked the thoughtful back story of No.1, but all of them had me cackling like a chook laying an egg. Merry, merry Christmas, Maestro Brian, may you and yours enjoy love, happiness, laughter and good food and wine in abundance.

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  3. “Love is not a biological mandate, it’s a choice, a freedom, an essence that sits at the dinner table even if the chair is empty…”

    You need to stop writing things I can steal. It’s not that I need them, but there they are. All shiny and blingy and perfect for some as yet unwritten dialogue. I had this friend a long time ago. Well, I bailed him out of jail, so I must have been HIS friend. Because he went to the store and absently put a pack of baloney in his jacket pocket so he could pick up some cheese. He had plenty of money on him, but something, probably the barbiturates, allowed him to forget the baloney when he dropped the cheese in front of the cashier. Being a long haired person with hot baloney in his pocket he got arrested at the front door. He didn’t mean to steal it, you see? Like me. Somehow it just ends up in my pocket because I needed my hands for the cheese…

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    • Thanks, Phil. It’s nice to hear that I get the words right sometimes. And it’s nice to hear that other people have also been arrested for happenstance and poor choices and not any intended malfeasance. One of these days I’ll spill the tea on some of those youthful indiscretions, and maybe I’ll get a few more batches of properly-aligned words out of it. And if you do decide to steal away into the night with my phrasing, at least I’ll have the honor of knowing the person who did so is pretty damn good at getting the batches right as well… 😉

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