It was just like Christmas! I kid you not.
I am happy to advise you that, should you wish for an advance seasonal experience, just to get you into the spirit of the occasion
you understand, I know exactly what you need to do. Just go on-line and order lots of Christmas presents and then wait for them to arrive. Okay, none of them may be intended for you personally - but answering the ring on the doorbell and seeing the Delivery
Person on the step, arms full of brown cardboard boxes, is nevertheless super exciting.
These days, of course, delivering parcels is not the sole province of the Post Office. The first of yesterday's parcels
was delivered courtesy of Hermes, the Greek equivalent, if my classical studies haven't completely failed me, of Mercury, the Roman Messenger God. The young lass on my doorstep didn't look at all god-like. She was wearing jeans and a skimpy pink, strappy top
which looked totally unsuitable even for the current mild Autumn weather. Tiny as she was, she was struggling under the weight of an extremely large parcel but refused my offer of help, heaving it into the hallway where Mr B would shortly find it and complain
that she had left it up against the radiator.
An hour later she was back with another parcel. "I thought I had something else for you!" she carolled, cheerfully. Should she be considering a new career with
that Foremost of Delivery Agents aka Santa Claus, I suggest she might want to take a few lessons from Rudolph. I can't see him calling at the same house twice. Not with Mother Christmas programming in the sleigh's Sat Nav.
The doorbell rang again. This time a messenger from Yodel. I have never heard of Yodel but I am delighted to make its acquaintance or, at least, that of its cheery representative. I wonder who came up with the name of Yodel? Maybe because a yodelling
call can feel heard across the mountains? You can tell I know my Sound of Music, can't you? I scrawled my name on the little machine thrust into my hands, recording safe delivery. I wonder if Santa will one day expect similar verification of Reindeer Post
Another summons! A small brown packet from the Amazon Jungle. A little later, yet another. All in all, we received no fewer than five deliveries in a single morning, it was Christmas come early.
It was so much fun that I am planning to do it all over again tomorrow. I will soon run out of people to give presents to at this rate, in which case I may have to adopt a few more distant relatives, just for the sake of extending the Christmassy feeling.
That was yesterday - but the Christmassy feeling extended into this morning, when we started to practise our performance for the Heene Community Centre Christmas Fair. Our Conductor, the Redoubtable Muriel, has
relented sufficiently to agree that, with only three weeks to go, we really should start being put through our paces, even if this means singing songs unseasonally early.
So there we were singing "Christmas
is coming, the geese are getting fat!", followed by "Deck the halls with boughs of holly." Personally I would have drawn the line at "Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow" on the basis that I'd arrived at choir in a Soggy State from the rain - but I think
Muriel's view could be summed up as " in for a penny, in for a pound."
The girl behind the counter in the community centre cafe commented on our singing. Very Christmassy, she thought it was. Possibly in recognition
of our prowess, she let me choose a fruit scone from the selection on offer to take home as Mr B's Daily Surprise.
The littl'uns from the Montessori nursery which meets at the community centre were
all dressed up as Super Heroes in honour of Children in Need. With a few princesses, mostly of the Frozen variety, thrown in for good measure. Sweet though the tinies were, my favourite was the adult leader, dressed up as Mary Poppins, in a prim black coat
and a hat decorated with daisies. She truly was supercalifragiliciousexpialidocious.
Goodness, gracious me, I've never used such a long word in the Daily Blog before.
Christmas must be coming...