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Punch with Judy - Christmas Newsletter 2011

Punch with Judy - Christmas Newsletter 2011


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Each year we ask "where has this year gone"? yet we remember as children that Christmas would never come soon enough.  As I wish you my usual Christmas Wishes on Christmas Eve, before we travel to Sharelle's for our Christmas Celebrations this year, I find myself thinking of all those members of this group who have had challenging times this year. Many have experienced floods, bushfires, hailstorms, bushfires, house-fires and even earthquakes.  There are so many troubled parts of the world and this Newsletter goes to numerous countries.  A few have lost close friends and family members and I'm sure there must be more than I know about.  Indeed, we have too as last Friday we attended a family funeral in Melbourne because John's Mother passed away peacefully earlier this month.  Bless her, she was 97 and all her life she always had said she wanted to get a letter from the Queen when she turned 100.  She nearly made it!  We now have a family member in the local hospital at Wagga having had a heart attack 2 days ago. 

We all have similar stories, so let's be thankful for our lives and for this year and celebrate Christmas with our family and loved ones.  Phone someone you haven't spoken to for sometime and express your Best Wishes.  John came in contact with an old buddy during the year whilst at Newcastle Show and it sparkled great memories and stories and via Skype they've now kept in touch with renewed friendship.  We all know LIFE is too short!  A few years ago a friend and her hubby gave up having Christmas brekky and dinner with their family and gave their time serving meals to the less fortunate in Wagga and she said it was the most moving experience and most rewarding Christmas she'd ever had.

May I wish you a wonderful Christmas time and if you are travelling, keep it safe, enjoy yourselves and share this time of year with friends and family.  If you know someone who is sad or lonely, contact them!

Merry Christmas, 





There's still time!  A reminder that if you need a special Christmas Gift I will still be able to process Gift Vouchers today.  They will be emailed to the recipient immediately.

There will be no mail despatched now until mid next week and on odd days after that with full scale operations not until 9th January, 2012.

Remember our Website's 11th Birthday is in January and for the whole month, as usual, (I know you wait for it!) there will be a different super special available for you from 8.00am AEDST until midnight each day.  Full particulars by clicking on the Blue Birthday Cake.  It is a fabulous month allowing me to say Thank You for supporting Punch with Judy during the year and your opportunity to purchase some fabulous bargains.  Visit my website each day during January to see what that day's special is.


Here are a few items for those who have time to read this Newsletter today, though I realize most are extremely busy, or away from home already.

A customer sent me a really cute Christmas Greeting via e-Card that I asked could I share, simply because the dog in the scene is our little "Charlie" to a tee!  Though this dog is much better trained! I think you'll like it. Click here to view.






For a little fun, I popped an image of Santa being caught speeding on Christmas Eve into a recent Quick Newsletter but many emailed me saying the image was too small to read the words, so here it is again.




Patricia Gates from Purely Gates, from whom I purchase Machine Embroidery CDs, has given her kind permission to share with you the Christmas Wishes she sent me in the form of a Christmas Tree made up of many designs she has digitized.  I thought it a wonderful novel idea.







It's no secret that I am a Ricky Tim's fan and love his music.  On The Quilt Show Blog this week, Ricky released his 2007 Christmas Concert for all to share and I am sure you will enjoy it as much as I did.  You will need a quiet moment and about an hour to spare though as it would be a shame just to listen to it without viewing the beautiful quilts and scenery.  Click here, you'll be entertained and put into the true Christmas spirit.

My Christmas stories usually bring a tear to the eye, so I've chosen some happy ones this year that should make you laugh.  Please enjoy.


Letters the Post Office receives!


Chippenham George worked for the Post Office and his job was to process all the mail that had illegible addresses.  One day, just before Christmas, a letter landed on his desk simply addressed in shaky handwriting:  "To God" With no other clue on the envelope, George opened the letter and read:

Dear God,

I am a 93 year old widow living on the State Pension.  Yesterday someone stole my purse.  It had 100 pounds in it, which was all the money I had in the world and no pension due until after Christmas.  Next week is Christmas and I had invited two of my friends over for Christmas lunch.  Without that money, I have nothing to buy food with.  I have no family to turn to and you are my only hope.  God - can you please help me?

Chippenham George was rally touched and being kind-hearted, he put a copy of the letter up on the staff notice board at the main Fareham sorting office where he worked.  The letter touched the other postmen and they all dug into their pockets and had a whip round.  Between them they raised Ninety Five Pounds!  Using an officially franked Post Office envelope, they sent the cash on to the old lady and for the rest of the day, all the workers felt a warm glow thinking of the nice thing they had done.

Christmas came and went.  A few days later, another letter simply addressed to "God" landed in the Sorting Office.  Many of the postmen gathered around while George opened the letter.  It read:

Dear God,

How can I ever thank you enough for what you did for me?  Because of your generosity, I was able to provide a lovely luncheon for my friends.  We had a very nice day and I told my friends of your wonderful gift - in fact, we haven't gotten over it and even Father John, our parish priest, is beside himself with joy.  By the way, there was Five Pounds missing!  I think it must have been those thieving fellows at the Post Office!

George could not help musing on Oscar Wilde's quote:  "A good deed never goes unpunished".

Here's another story with a message to all at this time of the year.  Enjoy!  It's long, but worth it. 


Robert May was a short man, barely five feet in height.  He was born in the early part of the last century, that is to say, the nineteen hundreds.

Bullied at school, he was ridiculed and humiliated by other children because he was smaller than other boys of the same age.  Even as he grew up, he was often mistaken for someone's little brother.

When he left college he became employed as a copywriter with Montgomery Ward, the big Chicago mail order house.  He married and in due course, his wife presented him with a daughter.  Then when his little daughter was two years old, tradege struck; his wife was diagnosed with a debilitating disease.  She became bedridden and remained so until she died.  Nearly everything he earned went on medication and doctor's bills.  Money was short and life was hard.

One evening in early December of 1938 and two years into his wife's illness, his four-year-old daughter climed onto his knee and asked, "Daddy, why isn't Mummy like everybody else's Mummy?" It was a simple question, asked with the childlike curiosity.  But it struck a personal chord with Robert May.

His mind flashed back to his own childhood.  He had ofter posed a similar question, "Why can't I be tall, like the other kids?" The stigma attached to those who are different is hard to bear.  Groping for something to say to give comfort to his daughter, he began to tell her a story.  It was about someone else who was different, ridiculed, humiliated and excluded because of the difference.

Bob told the story in a humourous way, making it up as he went along; in the way that many fathers often do.  His daughter laughed, giggled and clapped her hands as the misfit finally triumphed at the end.  She then made him start all over again from the beginning and every night after that he had to repeat the story before she would go to sleep.

Because he had no money for fance presents, Robert decided that he would put the story into book form.  He had some artistic talent and he created illustrations.  This was to be his daughter's Christmas present.  The book of the story that she loved so much.  He converted the story into a poem.

On the night before Christmas Eve, he was persuaded to attend his office Christmas Party.  He took the poem along and showed it to a colleague.  The colleague was impressed and insisted that Robert read his poem aloud to everyone else at the party.  Somewhat embarrassed by the attention, he took the small hand-written volume from his pocket and began to read.  At first, the noisy group listened in laughter and amusement, but then became silent and after he finished, they broke into spontaneous applause.

Later, feeling quite pleased with himself, he went home, wrapped the book in Christmas wrapping and placed it under the modest Christmas tree.  To say that his daughter was pleased with her present would be an understatement.  She loved it!

When Robert returned to work after the holiday, he was summoned to the office of his head of department.  He wanted to talk to Bob about his poem.  It seemed that word had got out about his reading at the Christmas party.  The Head of Marketing was looking for a promotional tool and wondered if Robert would be interested in having his poem published.

The following year, 1939, printed copies of the book were given to every child who visited the department stores of Mongomery Ward and it eventually became an International best-seller, making Robert a rich man.  His wife had unfortunately died during this time, but he was able to move from the small appartment and buy a big house.  He was at last able to provide handsomely for his growing daughter.

The story is not quite over.  In 1947, songwriter Johnny Marks, used the theme of Robert's poem for a song.  He showed the song to a famous film star of the day, Gene Autry, "The Singing Cowboy".  Autry recorded the song and it became a world-wide number one hit.  You may just remember it.  The first line goes....."Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer had a very shiny nose........!"










Best Wishes from Judy, John and staff. 


Till next time,



Judy Hall
Punch with Judy

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