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Timaru Herald, Volume CXXXVII, Issue 19668, 9 December 1933, Page 13

DEAREST LITTLE PEOPLE, Such an exciting week I’ve had, opening your parcels, I am sure the string that tied them all would stretch to the top of the North Island and back again, so big they were, and so numerous. There are toys all round me as I write —big toys, little toys, fat toys, thin toys; toys that rattle, toys that bounce, toys that run on wheels; toys that are soft and cuddly to hold; and crowds of gay, interesting books and scrap-books that all children love. I know now just exactly how Santa Claus must feel, as Christmas time draws near. Yes, toys are even haunting my sleep, for last night I dreamed that I was being carried away In one of the elephant's trunks! Not at all a pleasant dream, I assure you, and I was most relieved when I woke up and realised that I was at least ten times bigger than the elephant. But it is quite time I told you my first piece of exciting news. We are having an Exhibition of Toys again this year. Mr. Don has kindly oflered us one of his windows in Stafford Street, and the Exhibition will be held next Thursday, Friday, and Saturday. You have worked so well this year, Toy-Makers, and sent In so many splendid things, that I am afraid there will not be room to Exhibit them all. So, if you cannot see your own particular Topsy doll, animal, or scrap-book, do not be disappointed, for you will know that, though I disliked having to keep it out of the Exhibition, it is safely packed on board the Christmas Ship, and will not be left behind when our lovely vessel sails on its voyage of happiness. We have more toys this year than ever before, and that is indeed wonderful, these hard times. And now for my second piece of interesting news. We are having another Serial Story, and the first chapter will appear in our Christmas Page next Saturday. The Serial was written by a South Canterbury lady, and is about a jolly boy and girl, a beautiful horse, and all the quaint animal-people who live among our bush-clad hills. It is a delightful story, and you will all love it, I know. Do not forget that we are having a letter-holiday at present, little people. Most of you will soon be packing your bags and going holiday-making; and so shall I. So we will keep our letter-writing until we all come home again, and give old Mr. Letter-Box a much needed holiday. Before I end my letter I want to thank the little person who sent me the bunch of beautiful, sweet-scented flowers, and also wish to thank the kind lady who sent me the parcel of scraps. There are two other ladies who deserve a special "thank-you." One has knitted lovely things for our Ship almost every year since it started Its Christmas voyages, and this year, though ill in Hospital, she did not forget our Ship, and knitted a beautiful bed-jacket, to be given to some little girl. The other lady, who is seventy-seven years of age, takes a keen interest in our Page, and has sent in lots of jolly things for our Ship. I like to call these ladies, and the lady who has sent us so many splendid parcels of scraps, our Young-Old Circlians, for, though their hair may be grey, I know that their hearts will never grow old. lam sure you will all join me in a wishing these kind ladies J J a very happy Christmas. llJth f^' Love and Thimbles, / L. I FROM YOUR OWN P.S. I wish to thank “Marpo,, and “Rudolph" for their bunch of beautiful flowers. P.P.