When my daughter
was a little girl we lived in Germany, at the time it seemed then far away from
our families. As Christmas approached we were devastated to think that she
would be short of presents and set out to put it right. It had also occurred to
NAAFI shop as well and they put on a great display of toys. The Germans made
more of New Year than Christmas so there were fewer toys for purchase though we
did find a working telephone set (no mobiles in those days) which we bought for
Karen. In addition we did spend a few weeks wages on toys for her at the NAAFI,
as Christmas drew nearer parcels started
arriving from our families it seemed that everyone had had the same thought and
over bought on the toy front so she wouldn’t be left out. In fact by Christmas
day Karen had so many toys that they practically filled the lounge. Naturally
she was delighted and somewhat overcome by amount of riches Father Christmas
had left for her.
On New Year’s
Eve the boys on I worked with, without
prior notice arrived with drinks, eats, record player and records. It was
obvious that they had started rather earlier in fact one of them parked his car
between two trees in the front garden and was unable to get it out when time
came for them to leave. We set up the bar, buffet and music. The party got
going when suddenly the telephone rang, it was Karen, I’d fixed it up for her
on Boxing Day. “Can I come down?” Of course she did by a unanimous vote in
favor and was the star of the party from then on dancing, with all the boys.
That year she started school.
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