On the first day of Christmas my ‘true love’, that’s what I called her, sent me a partridge in a pear tree.
It was our first Christmas together as a couple.
Christmas morning, there’s a knock at the door and a courier is standing there with a pear tree and a partridge. (Who works Christmas morning?)
As you might expect, you have to sign for a partridge and a pear tree. They won’t just leave it.
Don’t get me wrong, I love Christmas and I love giving and receiving and, let’s be honest, a partridge in a pear tree is something special. It’s not a present bought at ...