There’s a lot to do with getting ready for Christmas and I know I’m not alone in feeling that at this time of year it would be handy to have an extra day in every week. Adding to the mayhem is that things can and often do go wrong and I had no less than three such implosions this week.
The first was when I heard I’d won a prize in the school’s raffle. Every year, towards the end of the school year the children are sent home with a book of raffle tickets. I have no time to be knocking on the neighbours doors begging them to buy a ticket so to shorten the exercise I buy the book myself. I’m $35.00 down but I’ve saved myself an hour of door-knocking. I’ve never had much luck with raffles and so I threw away my book of tickets but before they were binned I did notice there were about a dozen prizes and some were excellent like overseas holidays and flat screen TVs.
You can imagine my surprise when during the week I received a phone call from the school informing me that I’d won a prize. Alas, it wasn’t an escape to a foreign destination, nor was it a wall-sized TV, instead I was told it was a $250.00 voucher to a local music store. I was actually very pleased as I’ve been wondering what to put in Archie’s stocking and now I could fill it with all the guitar bits and pieces he’s always saying he needs.
I called in to the school to collect my fabulous prize so I could head on down to the music store however, when I read the voucher there was some small print that said the prize could only be used on a term of ‘Little Angels’ music lessons for a 3-5 year old. I might have screamed out, ‘What a dud prize’. Anyone want it?
It’s that time of year again when you’re contacted by the class mums who are taking up money to buy a joint present for the teachers. I’m only too happy to contribute towards a gift however I always feel I need to do a little extra as Alfie is challenging (or perhaps, ‘spirited’) and as such has tried the patience of the best of them. I wanted to do something special for Alfie’s Thursday/Friday teacher and so I made her one of my Christmas cakes and decorated it with a tree on top and some holly on the sides, wrapped it in clear cellophane, tied it with a big bow and we walked it up to the school.
Alfie handed it to her and she was very gracious in accepting it and I was just about to give myself a big pat on the back when someone told me the teacher is a coeliac and so was the cake gluten-free. Unbelievable. How is it that during the entire year no one mentioned the teacher wouldn’t be able to eat a fruit cake made with flour? The teacher told me she was looking forward to eating the icing. What a dud gift.
As you know, Alfie is a cub-scout. He had his final day of scouts for the year yesterday and so there was a party where you had to bring a plate of food and so running short of time I slapped half a pineapple onto one of the many cake boards Celia gave me then put fruit on skewers with a marshmallow and stabbed the skewers into the pineapple. Done in 20 minutes! I drove Alfie to the party and stayed for a while talking to some of the other mothers.
Much of the conversation revolved around the major fundraiser which is the sale of Christmas trees. We had been asked to volunteer to help and so I put my name on the roster for the 6.30am – 10.30am time slot. Love an early start!
However, when I was at the party someone told me that they needed a volunteer to meet the truck and help lift the 150 trees off the back of it and stack them against the fence. My name had been put forward and I was now required to be there at 5am. A dud deal!
So last night Alfie and I went to bed early (tried to), then at half past four the alarm went off and up we got and off we went to haul trees. There’s every chance we were late but I tried.
I actually enjoyed selling the trees. Can you believe there were people who turned up at 6.30am in the hopes of securing the best tree. We were swamped with people who mostly arrived in family groups with a dog in tow and the children being allowed to select ‘the best’ tree. We had many, many that were ‘the best’. Alfie wanted to be the banker and so he had the money belt and learned how to give the correct change. Many gave the scouts a donation or mentioned how long they’ve been buying trees from the scouts or told me stories of their own scouting days or their children’s days as scouts. The atmosphere was warm and friendly with everyone wishing everyone else a very Merry Christmas.
I purchased a tree with a new stand (no time to look for the old one). I’m quite sure this is the largest tree we have ever had. Wait until my husband sees it – he’ll be saying, ‘You’ve gone too far, Charlie, way too far’.
So that’s the week that was – a dud raffle, a dud gift and a very short sleep – it must be almost Christmas!
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