I’ve been looking absolutely everywhere for it. I really, really need to find it in the next couple of days, I really do…
I haven’t broken it to Mr B that I have lost it. He will say it’s all my fault and that I must have been remarkably careless to let something so Seasonally Important vanish into thin air. I wander about aimlessly, telling myself “It
must be somewhere!” and asking myself: “Where did you see it last?” These are the two perfectly sensible comments which used to infuriate my off-spring when they were but young’uns and always losing something. PE kit, school homework
book, shoes, this week’s dinner money - you name it, they lost it. “We know it’s somewhere!” they would protest, and: “If we knew where we saw it last, we wouldn’t be looking for it!”
So, I ask myself, given that it must indeed be “somewhere”, where exactly did I see it last? Moreover, when was that, exactly? Ah, therein lies the problem, methinks - it must be, well,
nearly a year ago. 2021 may have flown by, month after month vanishing before I’ve even properly registered the changing seasons, but looking back I can appreciate better the Passage of Time.
I need to go on looking and I might need some help…
The fact is, I am searching for some Christmas Spirit. It is November
28th and if I don’t find it by Wednesday I will be in trouble. With myself, you understand. Also, quite probably, with the Twins, Tala and Lilia, who fervently believe that it should be Christmas all year round and have been singing Jingle Bells since
Christmas 2020. They do have a birthday in early December (how can they possibly be seven years old already?) and making birthday banners and cards has employed me gainfully, thus leaving little time for Christmas preparations. Now, however, banners and cards
are all packed up, ready for a trip to the local Post Office so I have no excuse.
I try a bit of on-line Christmas shopping. I would much prefer roaming
the shops in search of the perfect gift but it’s not easy to get out for too long these days. I shall have to hope that when my purchases turn up they are not (i) smaller; or (ii) larger; or (iii) less exciting than I imagined them to be from the various
website photos. I have the same problem, I have to tell you, with my weekly on-line grocery shop. I like to think that the arrival of parcels at my door will help engender some Christmas spirit? Though, possibly, they will merely serve to remind me that I
am only half-way though my Christmas gift list.
Then yesterday - a breakthrough! I have mentioned before my plans to install a potted Christmas tree in the
Room Outdoors, one that I can plant out in the garden after the festive season. There it will grow and thrive until next Christmas when it will be called upon to do its Seasonal Duty once more. It will be a hark back to the past and the years we spent in our
very first house. Every year, we planted out our little tree, every year Mr B would dig it up and carry it ceremoniously into the house, with a trail of little ones following behind him in paroxysms of delight. Strange to tell, when we moved house, the Christmas
tree died. Perhaps it knew we were leaving?
Back to the present and looking on-line at potted Christmas trees, they all appeared to be extremely expensive. Had
I been full of Christmas spirit, I would undoubtedly have dismissed such thoughts as worthy only of Scrooge. I dithered and dallied, not wanting to shell out so much money, but not willing to give up on my idea.
Walking back from the local shops, toting three heavy shopping bags, I saw them. Several perfectly formed potted Christmas trees outside the florists - not too small, not too large and affordable too. Exactly what I was looking
for though, laden down with shopping bags I couldn’t quite work out how I would carry one home with me. “You don’t deliver, do you?” I asked, more in hope than expectation.
Not really, said the friendly shop assistant, but didn’t I live just round the corner? She would be happy to deliver, on her way home from work.
It was such a kind gesture, an act borne out of true Christmas spirit. She was as good as her word, too, and my little Christmas tree is now in its place, in one corner of the Room Outdoors where Mr B and I can see it from the living
room. What’s more I seem to have discovered my Christmas spirit.
It was right there, under the Christmas tree. Where else?