The postman is delivering the mail and the parcels. He’s saying HO HO HO. His name is Sedrig. It’s a quarter past four in the afternoon in the winter. It’s December or he’s really late with the mail. It could be in America or England. It’s a white Christmas. Some of the parcels have airmail stamps. In the background you can hear Christmas bell, Christmas Carols and a Santa decoration that says “Merry Christmas” and “Tis the season to be jolly.” It could be Scandinavia but the front door and the house look very American. The Postman is quizzing how the parcel is wrapped, he’s sticky beaking. He’s smiling so he would probably know who the parcel is addressed to – a little girl, Santa, lady of the house. The door is open; he’s talking to them so he may well know them well. The package may be for “Little Millie in Piccadilly – she’s half silly. Her mother never taught her to boil the billy.”
The postman’s face is happy and is anticipating the joy the recipients will get when they open the packages. His smile makes me think he knows them there’s a sense of intimacy. The family invite the postman in for a Christmas rink and some plum pudding and he may even be offered some eggnog and a piece of Christmas cake. The Postman is wondering how to deliver the package addressed to Santa.
Thank you to " gentlemen-Jim, Doreen, June, Thelma and Bruce who created this story at Calvary in the Inpatient Rehabilitation Unit on the 5th August 2014