B.B.
I was born on the 12th Day of christmas, so my great-grandmother used to make a really big deal of it every year with small gifts. She may do a bottle of nail polish, some homemade cookies wrapped in muslin, a small doll, new crayons, that sort of thing. She would place them by my bed each night while I slept when she lived with us, so that I would get the surprise in the morning. Then she would do a book that had some sort of sentimental reasoning, and a game (the gift that would keep on giving) on Christmas morning. We would play the game all day, and then she would read me the book that night. The gifts themselves didn't amount to much, but the notes she put with them (many of which I still have : ex: w the doll she wrote "A princess for my princess") meant the world to me. After she went into the nursing home, she still did the 12 Days of Christmas for me with the help of the people there. It meant the WORLD to me.
Thank you so much for reminding me of that memory. She passed away when I was 13 and I haven't thought about it in years.