Teachers occasionally receive gifts from students and/or their parents. Some are useful; some are just bizarre. A coffee cup (of which I received several dozen over the decades) is useful; a scented candle — just bizarre (at least, for me).
I still have a number of unused Starbucks cards — which I keep in my car, just in case.
A friend of mine teaches elementary school in a nearby district and receives many such gifts each year.
This last Christmas one of her young ladies, Sara, brought her a basket of organic fruit — her father manages the produce section of a local market.
Timmy’s father owns a florist shop and he brought a marvelous bouquet of white roses and red carnations.
Sean, whose father and mother own and operate a wine bar frequented by my friend and her colleagues on “in-service” days, brought her a rather large and heavy box.
My friend lifted it up and noticed that it was leaking a little bit. She touched a drop of the liquid with her finger and tasted it. “Is it wine?” she guessed.
“No,” Sean replied.
She tasted another drop and asked, “Champagne?”
“No,” said Sean . . .
“It’s a puppy!”