Wednesday, December 1st was Russian Tea Day. On Thursday, I got a call from Matthew who said, in an excited voice that he was doing "really well!"
"What's up?" I asked.
"Well, I got my package of Russian Tea last night."
I had sent a package to my Minneapolis boy in hopes that it would arrive on December 1st. To his and my delight, it did.
Matthew told me how he opened the package and breathed in the fragrant aroma of that tea. His housemates were a little amused. One of them walked into the room and asked Matthew what he had. M told him it was Russian Tea and asked if he knew what that was.
"I don't know," his housemate replied, "but it smells like the spirit of Christmas!"
Glad my faraway boy can smell the fragrance of Christmas and home and family. I didn't send a package all the way to Brussels, but Andrew is eagerly anticipating his first cup when he gets home next weekend.
I just have to be sure and keep the jar filled. Joel's making a daily dent in the supply!