They say there is more joy in giving than in receiving. But, hey, folks, I've discovered a way you can have the joy of giving and receiving at one and the same time, with one and the same present. Or presents.
It's called on-line shopping and everyone says it will be the death of shops as we know them - but even as they speak, they sneak off to place their order via the Internet anyway.
The great thrill of on-line shopping is that you have all the pleasure of the parcels arriving at your door, borne, in our case, by a smiling postwoman who manages to look cheerful whatever the weather. I am sure she loves
the fact that she can give, receive - and deliver, thus going one better even than me. You can tear open the wrappings - OK, it's usually just a plain cardboard wrapper, but it's still an exciting moment, wondering what's inside. And this is followed
by the sheer delight when you finally unearth the contents because (i) the present has arrived in plenty of time; (ii) it's exactly what you ordered; and (iii) you can just imagine the reaction of the eventual recipient. See what I mean?
Mr B does not share my joy at the Arrival of the Parcels. This is mostly because he has just had to drive down to the Delivery Office, in the pouring rain, to collect three such parcels which arrived while
we were out. I took advantage of his back being turned to set up and decorate the Christmas tree (yes, I knew you'd be pleased!) I think it's called a fait acommptree.
When Mr B finally arrived back
home, dripping wet but with not one, but three parcels (Oh, the excitement!) he didn't seem to notice the tree. Eventually I just had to ask him what he thought of my endeavours, my beautifully, tastefully decorated tree. He said he was trying to ignore it.
I think he's only saying that. Indeed, I've made it more or less impossible to ignore Christmas Tree 2012 by standing it right next to the TV set. I'm sure he'll come round to it. By Christmas, he'll have come to love it...
By the way, I do know what you're thinking. If I've ordered the goods on-line, then I already know the contents of the parcels - so where's the surprise in that? And, as we are all aware, where parcels are concerned, the surprise is
half the fun. So I need to tell you about the dinousaurs. And the jesters. And the cast of Madagascar.
Our Christmas present for our little Welsh boys is a puppet theatre. And a puppet theatre without
puppets is rather pointless (as well as puppet-less, of course.) So we have been hitting e-bay with uncommon zeal to source a collection of puppets in good condition and at reasonable cost. The first to arrive was the cast of Madagascar - four of them. Oh,
I am SO pleased with them! The boys will love them. Opening the parcel that contained them was sheer joy. My task between now and Christmas is to work out who is who, never having actually seen the film myself. The boys will not be too impressed with
me if I get my Marty mixed up with my Melman.
Then came the dinosaurs - four of them. The most colourful, furriest, cuddliest, non-scariest dinosaurs that ever (never?) walked on this earth.
Oh, the stories we will be able to make up about them, the plays we will put on for their parents to watch this Christmas! The next day the three court jesters turned up in a parcel which - wait for it! - jingled when you shook it. I was in present heaven.
I can't wait for the next delivery!