Today's the annual Christmas Luncheon at the office, which I am not looking forward to. At least we get to go home early afterwards, but that means we have to sit around for two hours at a restaurant I don't really like, making awkward conversation with the office manager (who is making a special appearance — she's been out the last few weeks recovering from back surgery) and one of the nuns.
At least we're getting out of the office and having an actual meal. When I first started here, they did the party in the conference room, and I think we had fruit, cheese, crackers, cookies, and wine. I was young and innocent then, and didn't realize that I had to get in there early to get a good spot. I ended up being one of the last ones in, and got stuck sitting between two of the nuns and directly in front of a portable boombox that was playing Christmas music. Until "Santa Claus Is Comin' to Town" came on, and one of the nuns immediately jumped up to switch songs. She looked at me and said, "Santa Claus is coming to town. What do you think about that?" I think I just stared at her with a deer-in-the-headlights look, because I had no idea how to reply. I mean, I'm not Catholic, and I was new at the whole dealing-with-nuns thing, and she's kind of hard to follow anyhow, so I was totally stumped.
When it originally happened, I wrote an e-mail to some friends about how bizarre the whole thing felt. One of them (who also knew the people in question) thought it was one of the funniest things she had ever read, and would tell me over the years that she kept a printout and would reread it when she needed a good laugh. I was talking to her last night, and she wanted to know if I still had a copy, because she doesn't know what happened to hers. Sadly, I don't think I do.