Our family was gathered during the holidays in Oklahoma. Laughs were shared, memories recalled, and anecdotes told with vigor. Business as usual...until my oldest nephew opened his Christmas gift from family in Portland.
A pack of cigarettes!
Wow! Happy Holidays! The true meaning of Christmas!
My nephew was looking at his gift, turning it around, searching inside for some secret hidden gift. Nothing but tar and nicotine.
"Whatever," he muttered.
My younger nephew said, "It's not even a full pack of cigarettes" like they'd been ripped off or something.
There was stunned silence until the sheer hilarity of it all floored us.
My bro-in-law took some pictures and sent them to his brother (the gift giver) in Portland.
My niece wrote back, "I wrapped all of those gifts and I SWEAR I don't know how those cigarettes ended up in that gift!"
There was much speculation. Was it a joke? One conspiracy theory had my Portland nephew planting it for unknown insidious reasons.
I guess we'll never know.
Anyway, nothing shouts Christmas more than family gatherings, eggnog, and cigarettes!
Happy holidays and smoke 'em if you got 'em!
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