After enjoying our very lovely festive running buffet, something a little different from our usual very traditional turkey and all the trimmings Christmas meal …… and after the Queen’s Speech, Darrell said that he would just go up and tidy our bedroom after the mornings proceedings, before we all settled down to open the Quality Street!Our room was, admittedly, a bit of a mess with discarded Christmas paper etc. all over the place, finding the bed wasn’t that easy ……. but as Darrell folded up our stockings, he said he thought he felt/heard a bit of a rustle ………
…….. and thought that he’d better double check to make sure nothing was still left in there …….. ……. and found ……. right down in the stocking’s toe a folded up piece of paper ……. addressed to him…….
Somehow, he’d missed it amidst all the festive unwrapping ….. and, as he read it, he was left reeling and then huge tears began to well up in his eyes and then, well, he just sobbed …….
The letter was from Santa, he had done the impossible, Darrell who had asked for the moon on a stick as Nigel had so succinctly put it, WAS going to the Eurovision Song Contest in Stockholm Sweden. The tickets, flights and hotel were all booked AND what was more, he could take a friend!!!! OMG, OMG, OMG!!!!!!
It was all too much for Darrell and he unable to do anything else except just lay there in disbelief, it was only when Nigel said he thought Darrell had gone very quiet and that there was a distinct lack of tiding noises coming from upstairs that we ventured to find him.
With eyes glazed, Darrell showed us his letter and both Nigel and I were equally aghast, it was hard to know what to say (well, except for who are you going to take with you!!!!!). Darrell was actually going to see our televisual musical highlight of the year …….. but in REAL LIFE!!!
The rest of our Christmas Day passed with the occasional sob of unbelievable happiness, with a few tears falling into our aforementioned Quality Street, resulting in a couple of soggy wrappings and, I think, perhaps one too many snowballs were quaffed ………but it was Christmas!!!!!!!
A day that was pretty wonderful to start with, but then turned into something too wonderful for words, Darrell’s letter is now safe under his pillow, so that he can re-read it over and over again to make sure it is real ……. This, it has to be said, has possibly been the best Christmas ever, ever, ever, ever, ever!!!!! It’s been magical and it’s still not over yet!