I love Christmas!
Except for a few years when I was a bit ‘ Grinchy ‘ due to job stress and people pleasing fatigue, I’ve always loved it. And while I know Christmas isn’t all about the gifts, I do get excited when I think the people I love opening a present that I hope they’ll enjoy.
I’m not sure why my daughter looks so thrilled with this little sweatshirt since it was clothing rather than a toy, but I’d like to see her face when she opens the gifts I sent her this year. I’ve only been away from her one other time at Christmas and thanks to iChat, I was able to see her open her presents on Christmas Day.
Being a UK-based Santa now has some limitations which are lessened a bit by my ability to shop online and email gifts to different family members in the US for wrapping and delivery.
I sent some gifts this year directly to Miranda that I had wrapped here and had some sent from Amazon that I asked her wrap for me and to take to her Grandmom and my sister, Jennie. I also sent my step-mom Cullene a gift to wrap for Miranda.
Here’s where it gets interesting …
I was on the phone a couple of days ago with Cullene who was acting as chief elf for the gift I had sent to her house for Miranda. I was telling her all about the package that was coming and how I had searched through hundreds of similar products on the internet before finding what I wanted on Etsy.
While I was trying to describe the gift to her, I decided I’d make it easy and forward the email receipt with an attached photo and send it to myself in the same email. I thought I was being pretty smooth until I pressed send and nothing showed up in my email inbox. My first thought was that the file might be larger than I thought and it was just slow.
So I went to my sent file and discovered I had made a big mistake.
I bet you know where this is going … yep, if you guessed that I cc’d Miranda instead of myself, you’d be right!
What quickly followed was a mix of phone calls and emails. I couldn’t reach her by phone so within a few minutes I was in a full-blown panic and moved from calling to email.
Notice how my subject headings go from a wordy babble, to shouting and ordering in just three emails.
Subject: Delete the ETSY email I sent you by mistake or you will know what one of your Christmas presents is !! ( This one looks as if I’m giving her options here, but I’m really not. It’s an or else moment if I’ve ever seen one. )
Subject: DO NOT open the ETSY EMAIL!!!! It’s a MISTAKE AND WILL REVEAL YOUR PRESENT!!! ( Right, now I’m really getting bossy, but I’m still informational about it.)
Subject: DON’T OPEN THE ETSY EMAIL!!!!! ( No pretending here, I’m just saying don’t do it!)
After waiting for what seemed like forever and moaning a lot to John about my stupidity, I received an email that she sent from work.
It was simple and to the point with a clear lack of her mother’s excitable energy and overuse of exclamation points.
Subject: All emails deleted without opening
How about you … any Christmas blunders happening in your world or is just me who can’t keep a secret?