Here’s my Christmas present to you: yuletide gift-bringer selection tool
And this is what you do with it:
- Print it out, double-sided. (Flip it on the short-edge if your printer gives you that option.) This should give you a page with doors on one side and green text boxes on the other, and a second page with pictures on one side and nothing on the other.
- Cut around 3 of the 4 sides of each door, but don’t cut the left sides of the doors. (A Stanley knife is a good tool for this, and a steel ruler will help you get it very straight.)
- Put glue on the page with the green text boxes, but don’t put any on any of the green parts. Make sure you glue the edges well.
- Carefully put the picture sheet on top of the green sheet, lining up the edges well, to make a sandwich:
- The door sheet will be on the bottom, facing down.
- The green text box sheet will be on the back of that.
- The pictures will be the start of the next layer, facing down.
- The top of the sandwich will be the blank page.
- Now wait for the glue to dry.
Then you will have something that opens like an advent calendar but will explain the difference between the guys in red to your visitors. (You, of course, already know the difference between Sinterklaas and Father Christmas!)
Jeremy was helping me cook dinner when Danni asked, “What are we doing on Sunday?”
“You should know – we’ll be at your parents’ house,” said Jeremy.
“Not on Sunday,” said Danni. “We’re Serbian.”
“You are?” I said. “That’s wonderful!”
“What’s so good about being Serbian?” asked Jeremy, and then he added, “Is it racist to think that all Serbians are good?”
“Serbians celebrate Orthodox Christmas,” I explained, “and that’s on the 7th of January.”
“That’s right,” said Danni, “so what are we doing on Sunday?”
“Hey Mum, we can come to Christmas after all!” said Jeremy when he finally worked it out.
“That’s really, really good news,” I replied. (I felt like a two-tonne hat had just been taken off my head, and my eyes teared up, but I blamed the latter on the onions.)
I’ll have to extend the table after all. “Cosy” just doesn’t feel like Christmas to me. And I can justify making cherry tarts now, which is even better!
Mind you, it does mean I’m heading back to the supermarket tomorrow for mascarpone. And I’ll have to see if there’s any chance my butcher can upgrade me from that size twenty turkey. (We’ll have enough for dinner but there wouldn’t be much left over for tea and that’s not the way we roll in my house!)
 Also known as a retractable safety knife, or a box-cutter. (Yes, that’s the tool that brought down planes on 9/11, but it can be used for good as well as for evil.)