When I was a child I can remember the best times about Christmas, were helping my dear mother make Christmas cake, biscuits and sweets, arrange them on a paper plate with a paper doily and then wrap each plate in red cellophane and tie it with a bow, and then EARLY Christmas morning my dad would drive us from our home in Mt. Crawford to Gawler for Christmas dinner with all the Aunts & Uncles and cousins, and along the way we use to deliver all these beautiful goodies. We gave them to the older folk, and folk my mother thought would be having a lonely Christmas. I can still remember running from the car with my Christmas dress on and my long hair in plaits with BIG Christmas bows, and knocking on the front door of the homes, and seeing the look on the faces of those I was giving a Chrissie gift to. It seemed such a long way between houses, and even a long way to run from the car to their front doors.
I think about this every Christmas, and wish I could be that little girl again, so a while ago I thought I would do something for someone else, and set about knitting "little things" for the Premmie Babies. I took a parcel of these "little things" into the Gold Coast Hospital last week, and thought no more about it. When I went to the Post Office this morning I opened the most beautiful card, and inside was this letter and a pic of one of their precious little bundles in a Santa hat. I was so excited - I cried. I am having the BEST Christmas ever.
