I have an admission to make. I am the worlds worst at buying Christmas presents.
I am not proud of this and it’s not that I have that many to buy but still I leave it far too late.
So as the clock ticks towards closing time on the last shopping day before Christmas I join the queues of likeminded (and rarely sober) shoppers to find a “small something” for Aunties who I haven’t seen since the same time the previous year.
What do they get? A tin of biscuits.
But not just any old biscuits. No, it has to look as though some supreme effort has been made. (I guess it must be a guilt thing)
Nothing is too good for dear old Aunty. Every year I buy tins of “Luxury Belgian Chocolate” biscuits or “Duchy Shortbreads”. You have doubtless seen the ones I mean, they are ones with pictures of idyllic country cottages or a regal red deer stags on the lid. Every year I try to rationalise paying way over the odds for what is essentially just a “packet of biscuits” in a fancy tin but expediency wins the day.
Or should I say won the day.
Because recently we were called upon to help move one of the aunts to a care home. Care homes are only designed to take a minimum of essentials, so cupboards had to be emptied and lifetimes’ keepsakes disposed of. All very sad, but what we found when we emptied one cupboard were 10 unopened tins of biscuits. A history of 10 Christmas’s past.
Why? “Well dear, they’re far too good for every day eating – I was saving them for a special occasion”
Moral of the story – a packet of digestives can make for a far better Christmas present than a whole lorry load of “Duchy’s”. (sorry HRH) – at least they’ll be eaten.