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T. Vannak, Gr. 4 St. Joseph's School
Buy with reason and common sense
Persons on a budget find it increasingly
difficult to spread Christmas dollars among
members of a growing family with any lef-
tovers for new friends.
Even the affluent, who once scampered
carefree from boutique to boutique for
lavish baubles, are setting a ceiling on holi-
day spending.
How much should you spend?
Of course, there is no set rule, no golden
percentage for rich Aunt Sarah or poor Un-
cle Joe. Reason and common sense are the
guidelines.
Holiday etiquette merely calls for an ex-
change of gifts unless another arrangement
has been made.
While gifts swapped between persons or
families should ideally be of comparable
monetary value, there are no rules to this ef-
fect.
Few parents, for example, expect their
children to match their gifts in dollar value.
Etiquette also prescribes that no one,
budget minded or affluent, be made to feel
uneasy as the time for mistletoe and holly
approaches.
A more affluent person, aware of his in-
tended recipient's lesser financial status,
should avoid offering any gift which would
make that person feel embarrassed. To
avoid a possible embarrassment when an
unexpected gift -giver drops by, keep a supp-
ly of wrapped anybody -can -use items tuck-
ed away for such occasions.
The popularity of homemade items in re-
cent years has greatly eased the gift -giving
worries of many talented persons. True
friends and loving relatives are usually hap-
pier with a hand crocheted shawl and mit-
tens, materials for which may have cost less
than $20, than with an expensive dust collec-
tor.
With today's range of shops and mail-
nrrinr nt.f-l! i 'pC, a few hours of comparison
shopping can blanket the base of a
Christmas tree and stuff a stocking with
taste and practically without spending a for-
tune.
Going into debt to buy a gift should be
avoided whenever possible.
A small vial of a favorite cologne or per-
fume or a treasured book by an admired
author can please as much as a rare expen-
sive bottle of wine or a gold toothpaste -tube
holder.
Christmas is a time of gift -giving to ex-
press affection and consideration. It should
not, despite increasing commercialization,
become a time for embarrassment over
one's financial plight or for worsening that
situation by going into debt to buy gifts to
impress people.
How much should you spend? As much as
you and your intended recipient can mutual-
ly appreciate.
If I was a Christmas elf I'd help Santa
One day I went to Santa Claus. I asked Ho! Ho! Ho!
him if I would make a sleigh for him and he Into the snow.
said "sure", it is going to look like this, a
yellow strip along the side and the rest is From house to house,
red. I did it. It took me about a week and Quiet as a mouse,
there was only one day. Santa was worried Creeping here and there,
about it. That night I got it finished. Santa With very great care.
came to see the sleigh. He said it was good. I
asked if I would go with him. Santa said, "I As he left Rome,
don't think you can come with me". There He headed for home,
was a hiding spot under the sleigh, do you Leaving tracks in the snow,
know what it is? It is a trap door. That night He yelled out, "Off we go!"
I went into the trap door before dinner was
done because I wanted to see all the When he reached home,
children. Santa started off and I had a good To his sweet little dome,
time on that Christmas Eve.
By Julie Davison
Holmesville School
Helping Santa
I was once a Christmas Elf. It all started
on the night before Christmas. It was 6
o'clock. Santa Claus was marking where he
would go first. I was helping him. He picked
the house that we would go to first it was in
the country side. It was very big. We went
down the chimney. We left big and small
things. We did that all through the country
and that is how I helped Santa.
Chris Walker,
Holmesville School
Santa Claus
Santa Claus has a bright cherry nose,
With mittens on his hands and boots on his
toes,
With a nice big smile for everyone to see,
And his bright white teeth shining with glee.
With Rudolf the reindeer leading the pack,
Into the sled goes the big red sack,
With dolls for the girls and guns for the boys,
Off they go with millions of toys.
Ho! Ho! Ho!
Off they go,
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He collapsed on his nest,
For another year's rest.
Susanne Pollock
Gr. 6
Holmesville
My Christmas wish
My Christmas Wish is if I could be there
when Jesus was born. And see him wrapt in
swaddling clothes laying in a manger. If I
was one of the shepherds I would bring Him
gifts and bow before Him too.
Kristine Boland
Gr. 4
Clinton Christian School
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"Christmas is almost here," said the
person on the television commercial.
"How many more days is it till Christmas,
morn?" I asked my mother.
"Another week," answered mom.
"Oh I can hardly wait ! " I said with ex-
citment in my voice.
The next day at school the phone rang and
a student from Grade 8 said I was wanted on
the phone.
"Hellii," I answered into the phone.
"Hi Anita, this is dad. I'm at the hospital.
Mom was just in a car accident. I'm picking
you up right now."
"But Dad how is she?" I said with worry
in my voice.
"I'll tell you on the way to the hospital,"
said Dad with worry in his voice.
I put the phone back on the hook. I stood
there for a moment. What if something
would happen to mother? What if she ac-
tually died? The word sounded strange and
unreal to me. I had known that word all my
life, but didn't think it would come in our
family.
I went back to our classroom and told the
teacher that my dad was going to pick me
up. I didn't tell her why I was going. I didn't
want her to know just yet.
I waited for my dad in the lobby. When I
saw the car go into the parking lot, I went
out.
"Hi Dad," I said as I climbed into the car.
"Hi Anita," he said trying to be cheerful.
He looked tired.
"Dad is she all right?" I asked, hardly
able to wait any longer.
"She is in bad shape Anita?" Dad an-
swered quietly.
"The doctors say she may not be able to
live any longer. Anita she might die."
Mother die? But mother couldn't die. Not
mother. I sat there without speaking until
we reached the hospital thinking over what
Dad had just said.
"Anita are you okay?" asked Dad
worried.
"Sure Dad, sure," I said.
"Why should I not be?" I asked myself.
"Mom wouldn't died. God can't let her. We
are a perfect family. God wouldn't do that to
us.
We walked in the hospital and sat down in
the waiting room. Our doctor came up to us
with a funny look on his face.
"Mr. Robertson, I'in sorry I have to say
this, I wish it was someone else who could've
said this but your wife, Mr. Robertson, a few
minutes ago, has, has passed away."
. Dad sank down in a chair saying nothing.
He finally managed to say, "Thank you
doctor, for telling us. It must have been hard
for you."
The doctor said a few words to Dad and
me, then left but I never heard what he said.
"This couldn't have happened," I thought
to myself.
"The doctor must have meant someone
else. God wouldn't have let this happen. We
were a perfect family who loved each other.
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God wouldn't do this to us. The doctor must
have been wrong."
Dad was sitting in the chair crying. When
he composed himself, he said, "Let's go
home Anita."
As I sat in the car I felt numb all over,
actually I just felt like going to b +,
When we reached home, Dad and I
decided to go to bed. I lay in bed thinking. It
was almost Christmas. I had gotten Mom a
present. It was a brooch and a necklace,
both with a flower on it. I had spent half my
allowance on her present and half on Dad's.
Now the doctor said she was dead. Would
God do that a week before Christmas? I
wasn't sure. I thought God always made a
happy ending.
Next morning I decided to have a talk with
Dad "Dari is it true that morn did die? It
doesn't really seem like she did."
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"Yes Anita she died," Dad said
sorrowff ully.
"But how could God do such a thing?" I
asked angrily. "I thought God loved us. Why
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'd he take mother away?"
"Anita don't blame God," Dad said
patiently. "He did it for a reason. It's God's
will. We can't Mame Him for it. Something
good can come out of it. I will always miss
mom and I know you will too. Now I'll leave
you alone and let you think."
When he left I began to think. Then I
began to cry. When I was done I felt better
and I didn't feel numb anymore. I prayed to
God to help me through the years without
mom. I knew I would always miss mom but I
wouldn't blame God. It looked like a good
Christmas already. -Jody Werkema, Gr. 7,
Clinton and District Christian School.
No bedroom, no light
when Jesus was born
It was the night before Christmas
Not a bedroom in sight,
Only a little stable,
With very little light.
The virgin Mary needed room,
In less than an hour
For in that very time,
Would be born a savior.
Frnm Na,,u4h to Bethlehem,
The couple had come,
To the city of David,
Bearing a savior for some.
You might not ever really know,
What happened in the night,
But there our Lord Jesus lay,
Under the morning light.
-Benjamin Ludwig, Gr. 8, Clinton District
Christian School.
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