Three finished parcels…

As I went to bed last night humming the tune of ‘The Twelve Days of Christmas’, I realised that I had the meter of my own version of the song all wrong – trying to fit the first two days to the tune that accompanies days eleven and twelve.  This has meant a bit of revision of the phrases, although the gist remains the same…

On the first day of Christmas, my own way was to be a morning of charity.

On the second day of Christmas, my own way was to be two children’s gifts and a morning of charity.

I admit that the lyrics are definitely contrived to fit the tune, but I still am excited by the challenge of doing it (maybe I’m just searching for a new blog ‘project’ now that my X Factor boycott is over – bizarrely needing something to fill the hole in my life left by not watching a programme). 

And today’s contribution now that I have the tune more firmly sorted in my head?  Three finished parcels.

I have spent this evening wrapping, packaging and addressing three parcels containing presents.  They are now on my bed looking pretty festive with Christmas trees stamped over them.  One is bound for Newcastle, one for London and one for Australia.  As well as symbolizing gifts for family and friends, these particular parcels also represent far-flung family and friends – people that I won’t see over Christmas but who nonetheless are in my heart during the festive season, a time that is so centred on our loved ones.  While I will think of them anyway, it’s lovely to feel that now I’m coining my very own Christmas song, this particular line – mentioning them only obliquely through reference to the parcels – will serve as a reminder of those in distant parts; out of sight does not have to mean out of mind. 

On the third day of Christmas, my own way was to be three finished parcels, two children’s gifts and a morning of charity.

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