Blake Quentin - The twelve days of Christmas: [correspodence]

First published in Great Britain in 1998 by Doubleday, a division of Transworld Publishers Ltd.

This edition published in Great Britain in 2013 by Atlantic Books, an imprint of Atlantic Books Ltd.

Text copyright John Julius Norwich, 1998

Illustrations copyright Quentin Blake, 2010

Foreword copyright Joanna Lumley, 2013

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Hardback ISBN: 978 1 78239 223 1
E-book ISBN: 978 1 78239 489 1

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Contents

Foreword

It all starts so well. I imagine that Edward is a hearty young fellow, richer than the dreams of the Rich List, who met Emily at a party arranged by a friend. He is taken by her ladylike qualities (carefully instilled by Mummy) and her quiet modesty. He proposes marriage and she blushingly accepts. Mummy is thrilled. Emily prepares herself for a yearning absence over Christmas, but he promises to send a little surprise to her and swears undying love. Red-faced with glee, he sets about some serious wooing.

Christmas presents are more thrilling when they are unexpected, and at first Edward hits the right note: a pretty (and tiny) tree, a little bird, a darling friend to chirrup his affection while the young lovers are apart what could be more charming? Greatly encouraged by her first extravagant note of thanks, Edward launches into his extended plan. But he fails to heed the warning signs in her ensuing letters and what started as a fairy tale begins to skid off the rails and start across the field at full throttle, because what Edward True Love never knew is that with a girl like Emily, Less really is More.

As we sing the jolly and familiar Christmas song we would do well to remember Emily, and Mummy, and Edwards notion of generosity. I would draw your attention to the pictures towards the end of the book, a warning if ever there was one against extreme partying. Between them, John Julius Norwich and Quentin Blake have happily created a far more acceptable present: a perfect little book.

Joanna Lumley

th December

M y dearest darling That partridge, in that lovely little pear tree! What an enchanting, romantic, poetic present! Bless you and thank you.

Your deeply loving Emily

th December

M y dearest darling Edward The two turtle doves arrived this morning and are cooing away in the pear tree as I write. Im so touched and grateful.

With undying love , as always , Emily

th December

M y darling Edward You do think of the most original presents; whoever thought of sending anybody three French hens? Do they really come all the way from France? Its a pity that we have no chicken coops, but I expect well find some. Thank you, anyway, theyre heaven.

Your loving Emily

th December

D earest Edward What a surprise four calling birds arrived this morning. They are very sweet, even if they do call rather loudly they make telephoning impossible. But I expect theyll calm down when they get used to their new home. Anyway, Im very grateful of course I am.

Love from Emily

th December

D earest Edward The postman has just delivered five most beautiful gold rings, one for each finger, and all fitting perfectly. A really lovely present lovelier in a way than birds, which do take rather a lot of looking after. The four that arrived yesterday are still making a terrible row, and Im afraid none of us got much sleep last night. Mummy says she wants to use the rings to wring their necks shes only joking, I think; though I know what she means. But I love the rings. Bless you.

Love , Emily

th December

D ear Edward Whatever I expected to find when I opened the front door this morning, it certainly wasnt six socking great geese laying eggs all over the doorstep. Frankly, I rather hoped you had stopped sending me birds we have no room for them and they have already ruined the croquet lawn. I know you meant well, but lets call a halt, shall we?

Love , Emily

st December

E dward I thought I said no more birds; but this morning I woke up to find no less than seven swans all trying to get into our tiny goldfish pond. Id rather not think what happened to the goldfish. The whole house seems to be full of birds to say nothing of what they leave behind them. Please, please STOP.

Your Emily