After work yesterday, I went to my sister's to meet with her for a walk and then visit our parents. In her staircase (like me, she lives in the middle flat of a three-story house), a basket full of parcels of various sizes and shapes, all wrapped as Christmas presents. My sister didn't know who the basket was for or from, but she said it had been there since the day before.
We then went for our walk and to see our parents as planned.
Back home, my sister sent me this picture (names and addresses erased by me) of the letter that was attached to the basked:
A woman who lives further down the street has written this message to all her neigbhours. It says that with so many of us feeling stressed out, exhausted and fed up this time of year, a little surprise may be welcome. Therefore, she has put together a stock of small gifts, and placed the basket at her neighbour's door. The intention is for every household to pick a parcel, and maybe (if they feel like it) add one of their own; then pass the basket to the next house. She hopes to get the basket back at Christmas, empty or not, and that it has brought a little cheer to every house.
People who have already had the basked are asked to write down where it's been, so that it does not go twice to the same house. A kind of secret Santa - you don't know what is in the parcels, who they are from and who is going to pick them.
Isn't that a lovely idea? Those who have so far participated, obviously think so, too; some of them have not only written down their family name and address but also left a short comment along those lines.
Let me end this post with this morning's sunrise, as seen from my kitchen window.