But, that's beside my story. My inquiring friends know that Christmas is about having something special and perhaps their question would motivate me to give them something ... perhaps some food or a little money. I found that humor was a way to leave both of us happy. I simply responded that Christmas was "on the way and coming. Three days ago it was in Kampala, two days ago it was in Mukono, and one day ago it was in Lugazi! Yesterday Christmas had reached the Mabira Forest! But, as you and I know, there are policemen in that forest and I'm concerned that they are going to take Christmas for themselves."
|Lyzette gives gifts to "her" ladies on Ward 7|
Our household went to the Jinja Main Hospital on Christmas morning and Christmas found us. A couple of people in our group exclaimed "this is the best Christmas ever!" No. It was not a snowboarding trip to the Swiss Alps. It didn't result in a new automobile in the driveway with snow on it or a broad red ribbon wrapped around it. It was better than that.
|Spending Christmas Day on Ward 7|
|Jaaja Jeannie bringing comfort|
A journalist from SIMBA Radio was also in the ward. The station typically goes to the Maturity Ward to profile a few babies who are born on Christmas Day. This day the reporter, Collin, discovered Lyzette was in the ward to make Christmas Day in the hospital more than unusual and a source of joy. He took a short interview along with her phone number and most likely a profile of her and Women In Crisis is going to be aired.
Christmas Day in a Third World Nation has to be radically different than a typical Christmas Day in the West. The distinction in itself makes the experience remarkable. But, for some, this was the best Christmas EVER!