A THANK YOU FOLLOW UP FOR JENNY

I wanted to follow up on my thank you to Jenny. I wrote here about how much her gifts meant to me, before I even opened them. Well on Christmas morning they were the first gifts to be opened. For someone who has never met me Jenny certain 'knows' me.

Every gift was something I would buy for myself. In fact Tamika made the comment "Has she been stalking you outside the house for the last six months". That is how spot on the gifts were.

T2 tea, not only my favourite brand, but my favourite flavour. Old Gold original dark chocolate, how I love it! My biggest weakness. Seeds for my garden two practical and one of frivolously beautiful flowers. The perfect balance. The vintage fabric, oh how I am torn between making something and just admiring this fabric. The handmade Christmas stocking, so every year when we put up our tree I will be reminded of the kindness of strangers.

Amelia Earhart:

No kind action ever stops with itself. One kind action leads to another. Good example is followed. A single act of kindness throws out roots in all directions, and the roots spring up and make new trees. The greatest work that kindness does to others is that it makes them kind themselves.

JENNY MADE THE CHRISTMAS GRINCH TEAR UP

I often grumble about Christmas. The stress, the consumerism, the forced glitz. But today I came home to a package sitting on our front steps. I opened the box, and just had to put the gifts under our tree.

As I sat there admiring the stunning wrapping (which I had liked on Facebook not knowing the gifts we for me) I started to think. All of the crap from the last few weeks, all of the stress over the encroaching Christmas period, was all lost in the moment of appreciating what Jenny had done. She had gone out of her way to know/stalk me and buy me gifts.

I had liked, and then not liked the gift FMS Exchange. But today, Jenny made me re-think my own complaints and grumbles. I complain about being split and having to travel to separate Christmas events. But what about those out there who have no one to share their Christmas with? I bitch about the consumerism of Christmas, but what about those who cannot even afford to eat.

Jenny has made me think about what Christmas should mean.. that being caring. Caring about people, whether you know them or not. Thank you Jenny for caring and buying me gifts. I actually do not want to open them and spoil the beautiful wrapping. I just want to admire them sitting under my tree and appreciate what they stand for.