When asked if I would like to participate in the Secret Santa exchange at the Local Grocery, I did not hesitate before saying "Hell NO" in the politest way possible. I never heard another thing about it, until the other day. Carol is a sub in my department, and since two of my co-workers were on vacation, we had a few shifts together. Carol was also smart enough to avoid the Secret Santa Trap, but she works quite closely with several people who were not. It turns out that The girl who organized this exchange didn't get her gift. There was some confusion, and West Coast Karen actually felt bad and bought her something to make her feel better. A couple weeks passed, and then The Organizer finally received her belated gift, in the form of whichever version of the bible Born Again Christians subscribe to. There are two problems with this: First, this renders the "secret" part completely moot, since she obviously got it from the only Saved participant; and second, it's not Secret Fucking Jesus.
Poor Organizer. Oh well, that'll teach her.