If you're looking for something philosophical or deep...not today. No, today I bring you our family's silliest tradition.
Mom was a kindergarten teacher and she use to get some um....unusual gifts. Every year we would single out the most "special" of the bunch, to see if we agreed. That worked for years, until a new neighbor, not familiar with the southern tradition of Welcome-To-The-Neighborhood Basket. This tradition probably isn't as common now, what with people so leery of those they don't know. I do remember when I was a kid Mom taking a plate of cookies to a new neighbor from "up north". The woman answered the door, said she didn't want to buy anything and shut the door. Undeterred, Mom rang the bell again and began welcoming the woman to the neighborhood. Amazingly they became best friends.
Okay, I digress. Again.
So the newest neighbor obviously felt the need to hand over something in return since it was Christmas. Her gift choice was voted unanimously the weirdest thing ever....a ceramic, fried egg spoon rest.
I must've laughed longest because I received it for my birthday the next month, with the note it was a "egg-specially" for me.
And so the silliness began, the egg circulated randomly, usually when least expected. Over the years the box has been changed because before the recipient can open it up, everyone else is laughing and yelling, "The Egg!" I typed up all the old answers, as a word is not suppose to be used twice, and put it in a book. With extra blank pages to fill in, the book now circulates with the egg.
No one is immune. Mom even shipped it out of state one year to one of my siblings, thinking that was the end of it. It came back to her...on Mother's Day.
I gave it to my nephew when he was a month old, noting, "You may be new around here, but you are not Egg-empt from receiving this gift."
I ended up with it last, so it's my turn to share. Who? I'm not telling. But I was shocked to realize we've been doing this for 20 years!
Guess there are worse traditions.