All I want for Christmas is...

In which G.M. Norton shares what he'd like for Christmas.

With the big day on the way, the only thing I want for Christmas is for good manners to make a triumphant return.

As I'm sat writing this, a waitress has brought over a plate of piping hot food. I stop what I'm doing and take the time to thank her and smile warmly. I reach for the table number card and hand it over, to save her the trouble of stretching across to fetch it herself. We exchange pleasantries. Sometimes we have a little chat, usually about her grandchildren or my two daughters. From time to time, extra bacon appears on my plate, which is nice. 

These are all simple acts but looking around in this little eatery, one or two have disappointed me in their actions (or lack of).

I selflessly gave up my evening this week to help out with something. I gave my all, even resorting to the horror of physical exertion. On a couple of occasions, I even had to mop my brow with a handkerchief.

Afterwards, our small band of volunteering heroes even shared a celebratory group hug afterwards, under the moonlight.

That mood has been hampered since by the lack of a simple thank you and well done from those that should know better. Not much to ask for, surely? In fact, the only noise from them has been to find fault.

On the flip side, my chum went out of her way this week to make somebody's day.

She chanced upon a famous sporting star. Knowing that a fellow we know was a big fan, she made sure that he got a photo with his hero, along with an autograph. He hasn't stopped smiling or expressing his gratitude since.

Proof that simple touches, thoughtfulness and good manners still exist.

Thank goodness for that.

Perhaps we're not doomed after all.

G.M. Norton

Protagonist of 'Norton of Morton'

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