My husband and I don’t exchange Christmas gifts – with each other or with our families. It all started several years back. Christmas morning, we opened a gift from my husband’s aunt, a recovering alcoholic. Opening the box, I swear a puff of smoke escaped, as if she had exhaled into the box, quickly taped it up, and sent it on its way from Boston to Texas. Inside was a lovely liquor dispenser in the shape of a slot machine. Yes. You read that right. The idea was that you pull the handle, and liquor would pour out where coins would emerge. It made a fantastic White Elephant gift the next year. Then later, I opened a gift from my sister. It was a ceramic cat, with a 1″x1″ picture frame attached via spring to its paw. All I could think was, “It’s like, you don’t even know me!” The Read More . . .