Bad Santa

I'm a terrible secret Santa. We drew names yesterday at Kiss FM and I think I've already blabbed to everyone which name I happened to draw. I'm usually good at keeping a secret, but when it comes to the holidays I get so excited I can't keep my mouth shut. Well, I haven't blabbed to my secret recipient, but I have asked nearly everyone else for suggestions about what to get him. The best suggestion so far is a bottle of Jack Daniels, so that's probably what it will be. It's easy and festive. And it won't be the least bit tacky toting a big bottle of whiskey up to the third floor of a fancy office building at 4:30 in the morning. The sweet security guard that gives me such a friendly greeting every day will probably start to worry that I've driven in to work fully sauced. He has nothing to worry about. I wouldn't dream of guzzling Jack that early in the morning. Baileys in the coffee packs quite enough punch.

Does anyone ever keep a secret Santa secret? I don't really see the point. I want to know who is responsible for gift exchanges and it drives me crazy when it's anonymous. Last year at the Kiss Christmas party a lot of the Santas didn't even reveal themselves after the gifts had been opened. I think that's weird. Fernando finally caved and revealed that he was responsible for my intense joy over the Starbucks mug and packets of coffee. He probably wanted to make sure I was excited about it first, and since I acted as if it were the hope diamond he figured it was safe. Coffee gifts rule.

I won't tell you whose name I drew this year exactly, but let's just say he has three names and the ladies dig him. And he might be a little sauced on the air after our party on Friday.