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When you have limited movement, it can be
really depressing staying at the hospital. Every day, the routine would be the
same, even during festivities or public holidays.
was near Christmas in 2016, that my sister suggested that we make some origami
Santa to lighten the mood at the burn ward. In honesty, I wasn’t really keen on
folding origami but my sister was insistent that we can give them to the
patients in the burn ward.
After a few days of folding, we finally had enough origami Santa for
everyone. She then bought chocolates and sweets and we pasted an origami Santa on
each gift. The small gifts were then distributed
to the nurses on shift and all the other patients. It wasn’t much, but it felt
good to spread a little joy and have small talks with other patients in the
Last year, even though I was already discharged from the hospital, we
decided to prepare the same gifts again with more goodies added. We made them looked
like Santa carrying a sack.
This year, instead of the
usual origami Santa, I have decided to put the goodies into normal plastic
packaging instead. It saves a lot of time. I made around 35 packs in total.
As my sister is currently in Singapore, I had
to WhatsApp her the photos. When she saw the pictures, she exclaimed, “Nothing
“It is ok. It is only once a year,” I
During this holiday season, we
should be thankful and grateful for the company of family and friends.For some, the holiday season can be a
depressing time without anyone to celebrate with. It is indeed a gift to be
with love ones during this time of the year.
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