At Christmas, I always start wondering how the agenda of others will end up under my tree. I call them missionary gifts.
My larger family is quite diverse. We’ve got conservatives, liberals, vegetarians, hunters, Christians, atheists, agnostics, Buddhists, and more. You name a major dividing line and it can be at my Christmas feast. Sometimes, they all show up together.
(That goes a long way towards explaining why bacon never makes it onto my Christmas menu. Bacon is “wrong” for a huge variety of reasons. It’s meat. It’s from pigs. It’s high in salt. It’s high in fat. It’s fried. It’s not organic. It has nitrates. It causes cancer. It isn’t raw. It comes from a factory. Sigh.)
If you think planning a MENU for all those folks is hard, wait until we open presents!
(I love bacon. Sigh.)
At some point, it happens. Someone will bomb Christmas with a missionary gift.
(Maybe I can at least order some bacon wrapping paper. As a joke.) [Read more…]