We made up little gift baggies for individuals we want to give a little Christmas gift to. You know, the guys at the copy shop, the religious ed teachers, the guy who delivers the paper, the UPS guy...
It's not much. Some Andes candies, candy canes, and hot chocolate packets.
Well, today I heard the familiar squeal of brakes and sure enough, the UPS guy is out there. I grabbed a gift bag...and then I totally chickened out. I can't do this. He's going to think it's stupid. He'll laugh in my face. I'll have to move to Madagascar where they don't do UPS delivery because they'll put my picture up on every UPS bullletin board in the nation! "WARNING: THIS WOMAN IS AN IDIOT! TREAT HER WITH GENTLE TOLERANCE!"
Right. So I did what any brave-hearted human being would do, and I summoned my five-year-old daughter. "Hey, LittleTabris2? You want to give a gift to the UPS guy?"
Sure enough, she was thrilled. She very cutely said, "Merry Christmas!" and handed him the gift bag, and he was a bit flustered and thanked us, and I didn't say what I should have ("I appreciate how you don't mind when my friends mail me a five-ton gift") and everything is fine.
Because while a 34 year old woman giving the UPS guy a candy-cane would be lame, a five-year-old doing it is *delightful,* particularly given how cute she is and how enthusiastic.