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A Neighborhood Yankee Swap

disorder.jpgMy neighbor Dolphin lives and teaches in Alaska now. She brought bear meat for the Christmas Eve Yankee Swap.
Cloe brought a woven cotton/silk scarf from her recent travels in Thailand, where she ate silkworms and grasshoppers and worked on behalf of rural villagers’ right to sustainable culture.
There was salmon caviar on the kitchen table for those who were sick of Christmas stolen and cookies with jam filled centers.
Speaking of jam, my Yankee swap gift was a jar of homemade blueberry jam made my Lora, but I really wanted the mixed CD Bob made.
Rowan got Josh’s handmade mug stamped with the name “Nolan Ryan.” It was one in a series in which Josh made use of creative descriptive phrases to express his love of coffee. xmasflower.jpg
Kurt brought another tamari pourer made by potter Sarah McCarthy. It acted as the conclusion for a group gestalt that began last year when the first McCarthy tamari pourer stirred up competition and prompted a mutiny of anarchy that threatened the nature of the swap.
There was also a Chinese brocade box filled with fortune cookies, red slippers, candles, books, a Tic-Tac-Toe game, and a box of cereal thrown into the mix. A variety six-pack of beer got swapped and was being drunk quickly to avoid being swapped again. A couple of items were left behind at the end of the night – a silk leopard print blouse, a Crooked Road T-shirt, a Christmas angel mug – the start of next year’s swap, I suppose.

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