When I was 18 years old my favorite cousin, Denny, decided he would
buy me a Christmas gift. The gift was wrapped beautifully. When I
opened the gift I was surprised to find---a bedpan. My entire family, nine
siblings & my parents, laughed hysterically. It was the beginning of
the annual gift exchange. The next year I returned the bedpan back to
him complete with fake feces (made out of pumpernickel bread and
white glue) and toilet paper smeared with brown paint. I really thought
that I had him. Nope, he wrapped a man's urinal. And of course, the
story on how he got the urinal had everyone laughing.
The year I turned 20 I got married. The annual Christmas Eve party was
to be at my house. I enlisted my husband to make a full sized outhouse
complete with the moon shapes cut out of the door and corn cobs for
toilet paper. I was positive that he could not out do me this time. As in
the past, I was wrong! He came in my house holding what looked like
a small dog. Nope, it was a pig! He bought me a live pig for Christmas!
Everyone squealed with laughter! (Christmas day we brought the pig to
a local farmer we knew. It grew to be a huge pig.) Needless to say, my
Christmas Eve parties were always a hit. Everyone wanted to know
what we would do to each other next. Maryann M.