At some point during Christmas dinner (prepared in collaboration between my mum and I) I remembered that on top of a high cabinet, out of reach and almost forgotten, there were a few Christmas crackers from three or four years ago.
We cracked a couple, of course. Wouldn’t you have?
These were rather good crackers, with solid presents in them. We popped them open simultaneously, and used the rule that who got the larger portion of a cracker won its contents.
We both won.
I got the measuring spoon set, and my mum got the mini tool kit.
Excellent.
-cvj
My Gradnmother – one of the best Angophiles I ever saw – used to order these things from a store on London and have them every Christmas. Back int eh “old days” she’d send off an International Money Order in . . . July I think it was . . . . for the numbers of crackers she wanted plus shipping to the U.S. They would arrive some time in October, and then get squirreled away somewhere until Christmas eve. I always thought they made the holiday more festive.