Ever since I can remember, each year my mom would gift me a Terry's chocolate orange for Christmas. At first it was wrapped in Xmas paper in the shape it was bought, a cube shape. Then as the years passed, the Orange was wrapped in more intricate shapes, bigger boxes, sometimes one as big as a shoe box, sometimes one so big it could hold a TV and stuffed with newspaper or polystyrene bits to stop it rattling around. Sometimes it was padded with paper to distort it to make it take a different shape.
It became a tradition and a present I always looked forward to because it was not only one of my favourite chocolates but the care and fun of it was special too. A gift of love between mom and daughter.
Then the time came when , mom passed away and my first dreaded Xmas without her. Xmas morning came and ....... I had my orange.
Like me, my sister had taken it upon herself to carry on the tradition and unknown to each other, we wrapped our Oranges as mom would have done , with love and care and in memory of her, and ensured the other received it in time for Xmas.
A legacy from her to her daughters that we shall keep alive.... I think Mom would be pleased ... Her gift of love continues ...