I may well add to this later but for now a quick post of a page for my JYC and my PAD
Last night we went to a Santa's grotto part which was great fun. Nigel had elf ears and I lit up the night.
And the same set of lights threaded through a Christmassy jumper also worked for Festive Jumper day today.
It was a cheap festive treat and great fun. And I still have a set of battery operated lights that are good for a craft project I have in mind later.
A very quick JYC and I am off to get poshed up for a night out witht he girls. ... not a festive jumper in sight.
Today I am thankful for
- such generosity and being very very spoilt
- very very thoughtful gifts
- the start of the holidays
- Nigel and I both off work for a while now
and finally my page a day calendar page and in light of one of the truly special presents I received today it is a very apt story for me.
I tried to think of something special to make my husband’s face light up at Christmas. Gene had once shared a childhood memory about the boy who lived down the hill from him back in Indiana. His friend had received a new bicycle for Christmas, and Gene had even ridden it a few times. But Gene had never been able to have one of his own.
We happened by a store, and I pointed out a spiffy bicycle in the window. “I just might get you one,” I said teasingly.
“I do not need a bicycle. Do not get me one,” Gene said emphatically. Deflated, I said nothing.
Later that week, we were reading our mail in the living room, Gene with his pile, me with mine. “Here’s the bicycle I want, honey,” he announced loudly. Was he teasing me?
I moved over next to him and looked at the catalog he was holding.
It showed a bike surrounded by an overjoyed father, a smiling mother, and seven skinny, happy children. They lived in an underdeveloped country, and the bike would provide transportation so the
father could get a job. The catalog explained that anyone could give a bicycle, garden seeds, or even an ox.
Gene got his bicycle for Christmas, and halfway around the world, lives would be changed forever.