No joke on this one. I was driving to the post office yesterday with your package when I was in a fender bender, as we call them here in the USA. I was not hurt, nor were the idiots who broadsided me. Your package is fine as well, but my vehicle is not. I've been depending on the kindness of my workmates for rides as there wasn't a rental car to be had for twenty miles around. I should be able to get one tomorrow, and then I'll be able to post your box.
I'm horribly sorry for the delay. Please forgive me (crouching down with my ears wilted like a repentant kitten). I'm a good Santa, but a sorry excuse for a correspondant.