Funny, just when I thought I had nothing to post, I turned my head and saw Rosemary sitting in the corner of my study, my ‘walkie talkie’ doll from childhood. I met Rosemary on a Christmas morning when I was six years old. My sister also received a doll, but there was something different about our parcels. Mine had a note pinned on. It read something like this. “Dear Vivienne, I have an apology, but on the way over one of my reindeer stood on your dolly, and now its ‘Mama’ doesn’t work. I know your parents will have it fixed as soon as they can. My best wishes, Father Christmas.” My reaction?
“That is Daddy’s writing!”I shouted and started crying, loudly. Let’s just say, Father Christmas and I never quite felt the same about each other after that, but I did so love my father. My doll never had her ‘Mama’ sound returned to her, but as all good Christmas stories must end well, I learned to love her minus the sound and can even say I became grateful for her peaceful demeanour. Rosemary is in need of more tender care these days, as over the years, the hinges inside that move her arms, neck, and legs are a bit worse for wear. When Christmas is over, it is on my list to take her for a drive to the Doll’s hospital and get her back in working order.
So, here’s my second Christmas greeting to you all! May your wishes come true.