Advent Day 19

A little parcel today, in the Advent Box. A special little parcel because it contains something unique, something that no-one else in the world has, and for that reason it has already become one of my most treasured possessions. It is a special gift from a special friend, and it has travelled all the way from South-West France.

'I can smell sheep,' says Daisy, who is on Advent Box duty today as Primrose has nipped into town to get her roots done before the party season launches.
'You are correct,' I say.
'You have a sheep in the Advent Box?' says Daisy. 'I find that very hard to believe. A hedgehog maybe, or at a push a small badger, but a sheep?'
'There isn't a real sheep in the box,' says I. 'But there is a sheep-related product in the box.'
Daisy stares at me, aghast. 'Not poo balls?' she says. 'Please don't tell me there are poo balls in the Advent Box. I'm all out of deep cleaning products.'
'No,' I say. 'Fleece.'
'Fleas?' says Daisy. 'Do sheep have fleas?' I know they can get ticks sometimes...'
'I said,'fleece,' I say. 'I wish you'd listen.'
Daisy tips her head to one side and knocks her right ear with the flat of her wing. Out pops a raisin and a piece of candied orange.'Mincemeat,' she says. 'Don't ask.'

'As I was saying,' I say, 'there is some fleece in the box. But not any old fleece. Oh no! This fleece has come from a sheep belonging to my friend Vera, and she has taken the fleece and washed it and spun it and crocheted it in to a Christmas Angel! Look!' I say.

And I show Daisy the French sheep wool homespun crocheted angel.

'Well,' says Daisy. 'Who would have thought it? Who would have thought when you went to work this morning that when you got home you would find yourself in possession of such a unique gift?'
'It's the best kind of gift,' I say, and I hang the angel on the Christmas tree. 'It's a treasure, and each year at Christmas time, when I take it from the decoration box, it will make me smile.'

Thank you, Vera - God Bless and Merry Christmas! x