PASS THE PARCEL
MAYBE I SHOULD LEAVE OUT MILK AND COOKIES FOR THE POSTMAN... HE’S REALLY DELIVERING THIS CHRISTMAS
The postman always rings twice or, in the case of a working mother with a week to go until Christmas, the postman might as well just move in. Without him, the gift of giving would be a very small gift indeed at my place.
Christmas shopping in the week leading up to Christmas is something I’ve been able to avoid for more than a decade and I’ve no intention of heading there now, especially when I have a man on a motorbike doing all the heavy lifting for me.
He has been calling by almost daily for the past few weeks, leaving a steady stream of brown cardboard packages and plastic-wrapped envelopes at the door, saving me from car parks, queues and carols playing on repeat.
I am a Christmas tragic and I love Christmas shopping – it’s in my fondmemory DNA, having had an annual ritual with my mum since I was a child of heading off for a big day (sometimes two) of retail reward. So I can deal with queues and don’t mind the carols at all. Unless...
Unless I’m accompanied by my kids, the male of the species in particular, who has almost zero tolerance for shopping.
Look, he’s good for one trip, maybe two, especially if it involves a toy section, but this is Christmas and I have a list almost as long as Santa’s so an hour or two only just covers my coffee break.
In order to avoid divorcing my children this festive season, much of my shopping has been after hours, with the click of a button.
Hence the postman knows more about what’s happening at our place this Christmas than my husband does (which is not unusual – he generally waits until the presents are opened to ask people what he gave them). The upside of online shopping – apart from the whole home delivery thing – is that you can support boutique stores who once wouldn’t have been able to compete with the department giants.
The downside is the waiting game. Will it or won’t it arrive on time, or show up at all? As the clock ticks down, the sense of expectation and tension rises and the idea that someone will be sitting present-less around the tree is becoming a real possibility.
It won’t be me though. That’s the other upside of online shopping. No one notices the little extras in the cart. It’s just between me and the postman.