JOY TO THE WORLD
In Christchurch before Christmas Day, I noted Christmas trees and Santas on the footpaths. I asked William, my four-year-old grandson, “What’s with these Santas on the street?” He replied, “Oh, Grandma, every city needs a Father Christmas.” How true, I thought – especially Christchurch.
D Dalley, Christchurch
ARE YOU THERE?
My husband was on the phone to a company making enquiries. I was nearby and in a pause in conversation, whispered to him, twice. “I’m listening, dear!” he hissed, without putting his hand over the mouthpiece. A startled woman on the line said, “I BEG your pardon?!” before my poor husband explained he was talking to his wife.
Dear Me, Auckland, June 10, 1974
NAME GAME
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