When I was a kid, I took things very seriously. [You may or may not remember this post…]
Our church’s White Elephant was something I took very, very seriously.
I remember not really understanding the whole concept of White Elephant. I remember thinking the name was pretty strange as well. There were no elephants. I wanted a white elephant toy, but there weren’t any. I was always disappointed that there were no white elephants – I always imagined the pink-spotted white elephant from Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer.
Regardless, I still had fun. One year, I got a ceramic bell [I still have it].
Another year [this may have been before or after the bell; I don’t remember], I got a squash. An actual vegetable that someone had grown in their garden.
I loved that squash more than I loved the bell. I played with that squash, I even named that squash. [And this was before I knew about Veggie Tales!] [And no, I don’t remember what I named it. It might have been Harold.] I loved that squash until it started to grow hair and Mom found an excuse to have the squash go away forever.
I mourned the loss of that squash. He meant the world to me. He was the best toy I ever got from a White Elephant exchange.