I may have mentioned this in previous years, but it continues to flummox me. Every year for the past six years we have received a mystery parcel on our doorstep a few weeks before Christmas. Sometimes it is postmarked, sometimes it is not. Once the return address was Edmonton, once it was somewhere out east, and once it was Chicago. This year it was postmarked, but had no return address and we couldn't tell where the post stamp had originated.
This year, I expect it will be six geese a laying. It's always a very well-crafted largish ornament depicting one of the Days of Christmas. There is always a kidnapper style note saying simply "on the __ day of Christmas, my true love gave to me ___". We have queried family and friends and neighbours and they all disavow any knowledge, and quite convincingly too. Convincingly enough to pass my bullshit detector anyway.
This year's parcel arrived a couple of days ago, and sits, unwrapped, as it will remain until Christmas Eve, driving me mad that I can't figure it out. Somebody is sure in this for the long haul.
And of course, we are launching our own Secret Santa this year, the First Annual All-Blogger Non-Virtual Secret Santa Exchange, and it promises to be mysterious and titillating and creative and highly satisfying. We have a lovely little group of brave bloggers signed on so far, but there is still room for more, and there is still time too. Deadline to sign on is next Thursday, November 27.
What could be more fun than bamboozling a blogger? Drop Sean (sean dot thisispop at gmail dot com) or me (bbruederlin at shaw dot ca) an email with your mailing address and get ready to freak someone out.
All the cool kids are doing it, you know.