Christmas is Coming – and each year I like to put up the poem written by grand-daughter Megan when she was just 11 years old. I thought the words were so lovely that we got it printed and framed, one each for myself, my daughter Nicky (Megan’s Mum) and Poppa (the other grand-dad).
Written by grand-daughter Megan
I’ve been busy tracing the last blocks for my Christmas ABC slow stitching project. There’s sure to be time over the Christmas break when we will be away relaxing in the caravan and I can do a little stitching.
More blocks ready to stitch
And what about this guy, Rudolph the Reindeer? He really should be finished by now but I don’t quite know how to put him together. Maybe I should read the instructions?
Rudolph is still in pieces
Our last “end-of-year” function is on Friday. It’s really for Robin, but I’m tagging along. He is a member of the Cancer Volunteer Drivers who provide a wonderful service driving patients to and from hospital for treatments. I used this service myself for the weeks when I was having my radiation, and it takes all the stress out of the long daunting drive when the patient is feeling so unwell. The coordinator told me I’m welcome to come to the lunch as well as long as I provide a plate of food to share. No problem – I’ve whipped up something yummy this morning and it’s residing in the fridge all ready to take along. Then I flicked the duster around, cleaned the bathroom, and vacuumed the floors. That should be enough work for today, I think.
Not many more sleeps till Christmas – and did you know, that people (like us) who live down in New Zealand get to welcome each new day half a day ahead of those who live in the Northern Hemisphere? So Santa and his sleigh will be passing by here about 12 hours ahead of those who live in the wintry North.