A Christmas Calamity xxx

We are very lucky where we live, not quite a cul de sac, but full of old people that find young Harry and Ollie a novelty, handy!

We got home the other day to parcels in the porch for the boys and not the kind that our fluffy friends leave Lee and I.

Well with all the excitement it didn’t even occur to me to make them wait until Christmas Day. Get ripping boys!

The Twinkles were over the moon to get a personalised wooden Santa or Elf that waved its arms and legs up and down when you pulled its jingle bell. Unfortunately that jingle bell was situated between the legs.

Harry and Ollie chortling “look mum, you pull its balls and it goes YOOOOOWWWCH!”

That seemed reasonable enough to me so I laughed along. You have to choose your battles.

They opened the card and it was from Sharon over the road.

“Ooh” I said to Lee, this is signed just Sharon, but I’m sure she had a fella, maybe they’ve gone their separate ways.

The boys and I decided to thank and cheer Sharon up with one of our Christmas goody bags. They consist of home made marble Christmas chocolate slabs and a button Christmas tree decoration in the shape of a Christmas tree and the bag gets adorned with a real bell. Yes, I am rather pleased with them.

So we’d finished crafting, put shoes on and went over to give Sharon her bag of fun but lo and behold the door was opened by her husband!

Intrigue! Da da daaaaaa!

Knowing the show must go on, I asked said partner if we could see Sharon as we had a little something for her to say thank you.

He asked us to come in, we declined, luckily we could hear the dogs barking which was a good excuse.

But he called for Mary and then Sharon which seemed odd.

Sharon came to the door and we gave her the bag and thanked her for the Santas with the balls and I managed to stop Harry from giving her condolences on her marriage break up just in time.

Off we trotted feeling all proud of ourselves for spreading good cheer and pleased Sharon and husband had found a way back to each other.

Off to work I went next morning, on a Saturday, if this were the panto I’d expect you all to be saying aaaah. As in poor you not screaming.

As I got in I bumped into one of the security guards who also happens to be a neighbour and she said “did you get my pressies for Harry and Ollie? I don’t mind if they want to open them early”

To which I replied “Sharon!!!” As the pennies started to rain down on me!

Luckily she saw the funny side although she asked how I knew it was a boy Santa and I explained because of where the bell was placed.

Well I giggled to myself most the day! What a wally! What must my neighbour Mary be thinking? Do I knock on her door and explain what’s happened? Maybe not as I can’t remember her husbands name.

Why do things like this always seem to happen to me?

Oh well, best get cracking, the boys and I have another goody bag to make!

Love and hugs and Christmas wishes xxx