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 The old-timers in the home knew the kids were
coming and had put up Christmas decorations around in the day room
and on the doors of their own small apartments and on themselves.
Mabel had been reminded several times by the staff that morning that
the kids were coming over, this being necessary as Mabel’s memory
isn’t what it used to be. And she put a sprig of imitation holly in
her hair and tied a red ribbon on the other side.
The little girl smiled and walked over to Mabel.
“Are you a grandma?” she asked.
“Why, yes dear, I am.”
“I brought you a present, Grandma,” she said, handing a box to
Mabel. Mabel opened it and was delighted at the sandalwood-scented
hankies inside.
“Why thank you so much, Honey!” she said. “And what is your name?”
“I’m Candice. I’m four.”
“Well, Candice, merry Christmas to you. Have you been here before?” [to top of second
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“Well … no, I guess. Mom said
this is where the grandmas are and we can have fun bringing presents
to the grandmas.”
“I see,” Mabel said. “Well,
Candice, come over here, dear and let me give you a hug. There!”
Sometimes, it isn’t the cost of the hankies, or the fun wrapping
them up.
Sometimes it’s just a child’s smile and a small taste of love that
makes us treasure Christmas.
[Text from file received from
Slim Randles]
Brought to you by Dogsled: A True Tale of the North. Available on
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