A Little Women Christmas--5 Little Lady Style

Without Prejudice

Being a child with a head buried in books, I always loved the Christmas described in Little Women. Their Christmas was humble spent in the time of The American Civil War. Father was a soldier and away fighting and Mother a good Christian woman. She arrives home on Christmas Day and asks the girls, her Little Women, to share their meagre Christmas dinner with a poor family.

At first the girls, Meg, Amy, Jo and Little Beth, are shocked but rally to help Marmee, their Mother, deliver most of their Christmas Dinner to the Hummels, a widow with six tiny children.

 Marmee and the girls help them by bringing food, firewood, blankets and other comforts. Three of the children die of scarlet fever and Beth contracts the disease while caring for them. When they go home in the snow they are Joyous.

And it is that feeling of Joy that I want my kids, Grandkids and great Grandkids to have for themselves not just at Christmas but every single day of the year. I want to say that they are fortunate, we live in a great country with a good simple lifestyle. And no matter what they have, where they are,   They need to do good for others. Not as " do gooders " but as a genuine feeling of kindness. And I did a good job as they all do.

They have found homes for the homeless, semi adopted kids in times of need, fed others, cleaned houses, shared their Christmas with others less fortunate, it is humbling to realise how much good they do.

I love a random act of kindness, and so do they.

I have a story of one Christmas we spent on the Gold Coast. We were a wealthy family then, with four beautiful girls and the smallest one, our Little Beth a twirling, living, fantastic little girl. There was an old man in a wheelchair selling pencils, every day. There were lots of Hawkers in the main strip of Surfers and we had become agile at avoiding them.

Except for Lauren. She ran to me as we crossed the pedestrian crossing near the Dolphin Arcade and stopped me half way. I had to run back with her to escape being run over as the lights changed. She asked me for a dollar and when I asked why she said she had to buy a pencil from the man in the wheelchair. 3 pencils, 3 pencils for a dollar. 

She bought them and forever after that he was her friend. 

Lauren died at twelve, we never pass the poor without giving something. And we always " buy the pencils".

Pay it forward this Christmas, have an attack of Random Acts Of Kindness. 

 I promise it will make you feel fabulous. 

Merry Christmas from my Tribe to you and yours,

Love Nette xxx