No postage mark this year either, so either the sender is local (the Spousal Unit's suspicion) or the sender has friends in town (very good friends, evidently) who hand-delivered the parcel in the middle of the night.
Part of me is impressed by someone who can maintain a secret for so many years; part of me is creeped out by someone who can maintain a secret for so many years.
I do hope that after this wraps up, with a flourish of twelve drummers next Christmas, the sender of the mystery parcels reveals themselves. I know I am not the only one who is curious about the originator of this tradition.
As long as they don't decide to start all over again in year thirteen.
For those curious about parcels received in years past, here's the chronology:
- (2012) ten leaping lizards, errr ... frogs
- (2011) nein injured dancers
- (2011) the arrival of nein
- (2010) eight milk maids and one unibomber
- (2009) return of the seven swans
- (2009) the swan has escaped from the castle
- (2009) ignoring seven swans
- (2008) alaying those six geese
- (2007) those five golden rings only get a #7 mention on the list
- (2006) four calling birds from Philadelphia photographed on a mantel
The three French hens, two turtledoves and the partridge in the pear tree all arrived prior to the invention of the internet. Or at least before I began blogging.