On Sunday afternoon, we were minding our own business, watching football and playing in the living room when suddenly, out of nowhere, there was a knock on the door. It was Canada Post with a package addressed to me! Now I know what you are thinking – “Canada Post? On a Sunday?” I asked the mail guy that exact question myself. He shrugged, handed me the package and left. No sense of humour.
I hadn’t ordered anything online and wasn’t expecting anything to be delivered, so I was stumped as to what this could be. I double-checked the address, and sure enough, it had my name on it. I love mail, any mail, and a package is irresistible so I ripped into it right away. Inside were two more smaller boxes, but no clues as to the sender. This was getting exciting. And confusing. By this time the kids had gathered around, curious and hopeful the contents might be for them.
I opened the first little box, and out came a little glass Toronto Maple Leaf hockey player. The second held his rival, an intricate little Montreal Canadiens player – It’s no wonder they were separated for travel!