Ok, maybe I’m easily entertained. But I do get a great chuckle out of those “White Elephant” Christmas gift exchange thingys. Remember those? You snag something (hopefully, a fairly silly something, like your Aunt Petunia’s hair curlers) lying around your house, wrap it up, and bring it to a Christmas party. Or, perhaps you go out to the store and buy (usually an agreed upon $$ maximum, like, say, five bucks) some exotic item, like an ignitable Santa Claus (who bursts into flame wherever anyone shouts “ho, ho, ho”).