Shopping for presents? Wrapping them so they can be undone in a trice? Cards? So many people have stopped sending them. But I like them. I like getting them. I like them to keep in touch with people I don't see a lot – an old neighbour of Mum’s; my friend’s dad whose post mainly comes in printed envelopes, a begging letter from the Battersea Dogs’ Home, brown communications from the DWP; a few words at the brother giving an edited version of what I've been up to.
Yes, and choosing gifts. Well, experiences, really. A trip to the ballet with my grown-up girls. Time spent together. Yes, that's part of what Christmas is. Snakes and ladders with the children. Dressing up games.
And thinking about those less fortunate. And all the charities begging for our support: the homeless, the lonely. Charity begins at home they say but some of those further afield do tug at the heartstrings, too. Clean water, schooling, vaccinations, those who are subject to FGM!
Memories –
- Pillowcase at the bottom of the bed
- Chocolate coins and chocolate cigarettes
- Crackers
- Tiny lights
- Decorations on the tree
- Two walnuts and a tangerine.
Janet G
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