Sweden, apparently, thought it would be fun to take the Christmas packages our family sent and hold them until, say, the twenty-first or so of December, before putting them on a plane bound for New York. Wouldn’t it be funny, they said, if they met the holiday shipping deadline, but their loved one’s parcels still didn’t arrive until after Christmas?
OK, so I don’t exactly know how it went down, but that’s how it appears. Of course, if it did go down as such, the joke’s on them: both packages arrived on the fourth day of Christmas.
Wednesday after work, I put a log on the fire (or pushed Play on Netflix, as the case may be), and my mom and I sat around the tree, opening our treasures. Which, all joking aside, I must give credit to the mail carriers who handled our gifts, because the boxes were in pristine condition — and my lovely teacup and wee pitcher (my first Bavarian pieces) arrived with nary a scratch! *sigh*
You know, even I type this post, it’s but the sixth day of Christmas — we’ve six more to go.
Even if you’ve already taken down the lights and tucked your decorations away, I hope the days ahead shine with merriment. In fact, I hope 2017 dances in, spreading happiness and good cheer the whole year through.
Happy New Year, my friends!