It’s the thought that counts??

It’s Christmas eve and it’s time for people to stop work, finish their work lunches and work days and head into an 11 day break. there are those that will still be working, I think of my nursing friends at this time, firemen, police, train & tram drivers and others who perform public duties (and are never paid enough) for their hard work. They will get to spend part of the day with loved ones depending upon thee rostering. I have as a nurse on call on Christmas night / morning been called in to assist with a couple of birth and some emergencies but infrequently.

I am now working for farm and self and as such – there is no such thing as a long lunch – perhaps next year I’ll organize one in my local town for all the people who work on farm and may need to jolt themselves into the spirit of Christmas. Something with which I am struggling to get to this year, I haven’t had time to do the Christmas shopping with much thought as I normally would have. I did however get gifts to my nieces and nephews in other states in time for Christmas day openings. I have managed to get those that I love gifts and wrap them (albeit) today and place them under the tree.

There is one thing missing from the tree or bottom of it and that is a gift to myself, I decided this year I wasn’t going to bother getting me something other than a book I can struggle to find time to read during the year. I may keep it till I travel and read it on a plane (a planned trip to Sydney shall happen this year).

I know many farming women who work with partners and are looking down at 2 or 3  more months of summer, going into a drought with dread.  I wonder how many of you have for gone your own Christmas present this year? I would love you all to tell me and I would also love to hear how many years it has been since significant other bought a gift? It’s the thought that count though isn’t it? isn’t it?

Wishing you all a Happy & safe Christmas season, drive carefully on the roads, I’ll be on them and we’ll get to spend some precious time with my daughter