As some may remember from past posts, my Sister issues gratuities to her ‘staff’ (aka her husband) at Christmas. Since they were married he has made a cup of tea for her most mornings and since retiring he has done the washing up and also become the potatoe masher.
The first year ‘the Lady of the House’ wrapped a gift of favoured chocolate as a thank you for the year of service. The second year contracts of employment were issued with warnings that dereliction of staff members duties would result in deductions (tea boy already knew forgetting the sugar is immediate dismissal), so masher lost a choc for lumps, washer-upper for not doing it lost two chocs, sneaking into a ferrero roc her box became quite a surgical task. The third year secreted into the familiar shaped containers were miniature tools for each staff member (we even made a miniature fairy liquid bottle, found a milk jigger, and a mini masher).
The fourth year was trickey, you see with extra additions to the family and with austerity measures things were tight, so the Lady of the House wrote to Santa for help, Santa himself was struggling with the extra work load and wrote to the Red Cross, on Christmas Day there was a very authentic looking Red Cross Parcel under the tree (we even worked out how to tie the string properly!).
This year, we really thought we were all out of ideas. Then we hit on the idea of a long service medal. Creative conjuring continued through the summer, resulting in an official looking letter from Buckingham Palace awarding the staff the Grand Order of Washer-upper and Masher and Tea-boy (GO WaMaT). The post letter signed by ‘HRH ER’ (that’s household recognition honours, edible requisitions) complete with gold engraved medal on a red, white and blue ribbon. Induction into this grand venerable order brought with it an annual endowment of favoured chocs. The medal is being worn with pride, lol.
It’s the sort of silliness that adds fun to the festive day, but our ideas barrel was well and truly run dry.