On a cold December morning, Truly had her nose scrunched up
against the window and blew steamy swirls with her tongue. She pensively
exclaimed with a little pointy finger out the window, 'look mummy, the
aeroplane scratched the sky.' She amazes me with how unblemished her little
mind is, yet so wise and hungry to know and accept all around her. I wish I
could see my world in such literal and beautiful terms.
The excitement of Christmas shook up our sleepy bungalow. I bought
a nativity set, I never thought I would. I am not religious, but spiritual and
thoughtful. I felt guilty about the general excess of our family life and the
need to do something to balance out all of the sparkly parcels that arrived at
the door for Truly’s frantic little fingers. Truly soon knew all the figures
and the story, which quickly morphed into her own tale complete with magic fairies
and play doh.
Baby Jesus was coming to our house for his birthday party. There
would be cake and we would all dance the Hokey Cokey with him. TheThree Kings
would come too and they would bring different coloured play doh as gifts. Mary, his mummy, would drink tea with the Angel who came down from the sky to look after everybody, and to play with the shepherd’s sheep.
So where am I going this year? Already I feel the days are going
by like birds in the sky, but I hope this year I achieve something worthwhile.
Truly and I love to sing 'a dream is a wish your heart makes, when
you’re fast asleep.' Anything is possible in your dreams. This year I start out
on a different journey with Truly and Scrumptious by my side, a dream come true. I
feel I have begun all over again, in them, and with them and so there is
something more to my world than ever before. The possibilities are endless.
