Health and a few words
The best gift to give is health. Paul is now 4 years old. Two years ago, he survived a violent stroke: a common flu that got complicated. Even though he has recovered a lot, Paul still has not recovered his speech. We would like to participate with you, little man, in a sweet exchange of gifts. We would give everything on our side, and you, you would give us the gift of a “dad”, a “mum”, a “granny” or a “papi”. It would be the most beautiful gift exchange of our life… Merry Christmas, Baboo!
France Bergeron and Claude Charland, grandma and grandpa
Vaccines to open the patio door
I am the father of daughters aged 27 and 29 and a grandfather of three grandchildren. It is already, I admit, a very beautiful gift. December 2020, COVID-19 requires, we played Father and Mother Christmas in front of a patio door to distribute our gifts. 2021: vaccines have finally arrived! Well vaccinated, mum and dad Christmas greatly wish that this patio door can be opened. For that, my daughters, grandchildren and sons-in-law would have to agree to be vaccinated. What a great gift it would be for Mum and Dad to be able to enter their home safely this year and finally have the right to a merry Christmas with the family!
Pierre Nadeau
A new knee
It’s a little selfish of me, but I would like to give a gift to myself: an operation that would allow me to have a new knee. With that, I could make myself even more useful in helping people in need more. I love to volunteer and be of service, but I am severely limited due to this problem for which I have been waiting for a place in surgery for 15 months.
Michèle Désilets, Brossard
Sweet sleep
I would so much like to give hours of deep sleep, of restful rest to my friend Jocelyne. A time of abandonment during which the body is full of energy. For you my lifelong friend, you who devote yourself without counting. A life as a caregiver is draining! If I could, I would give you those hours of sweet sleep wrapped in satin sheets.
Sylvie Roy
Health and visit
The greatest gift would be to improve the health of my grandson living in Brittany so that he could enjoy an acceptable form of life. And that would greatly help my son, who could come and visit me with him. In this time of pandemic, I miss them.
Diane Roy, Sherbrooke
Hugs without fear
I would offer all of my fellow healthcare workers the opportunity to hug their loved ones over the holidays without fear of transmitting COVID-19 to them. We have been working very hard at the front since the start of this pandemic, taking great care to avoid bringing the virus to our loved ones when we return home.
Annie-Claude Nadeau-Robert, physiotherapist at Pierre-Le Gardeur hospital
No more long COVID
If the power were given to me, I would give health to my daughter who is battling COVID for a long time.
Jocelyne Debien
A new kidney for a normal life
The greatest gift is health. I donated a kidney to my son in 2012. He unfortunately rejected it in 2021. Several members of the family were tested to be the next donor, without success. So for 2022, the best gift would be a kidney for my son to get him out of dialysis and allow him to return to normal life.
Sylvie Charbonneau
An immortal memory
My greatest gift is not material, but very immaterial. It is a memory, a little piece of film that has remained in my head for almost seven decades. These images are those of my uncle Edgar who, disguised as Santa Claus, had gone to all the trouble in the world to make us believe in the real character. So, with my grandparents who lived on a farm in the back of a country row, this darling uncle had secretly dressed all the children, and there were many of them, then had gone to the end. of a large field in front of the house so that we can see him coming with his big pocket of gifts on his shoulder. In collusion with my grandmother Rose, who sounded the alarm by calling out to us: “Children! come quickly see who’s coming… ”We all jostled each other at the window and saw Santa Claus walking painfully waist-deep in the snow, nothing less. The closer he got, the more real he looked, at least to me. Because I was 6 or 7 years old, and Santa Claus, I didn’t really believe in it anymore. But there, I said to myself: “Who would go to all this trouble to play this role?” Anyway, Uncle Edgar walked into the house with his fat laughter and Ho’s! Ho! Ho! He took us to his knees one by one with a nice note to each and a gift from his huge bag. Mine was a small farm with wooden animals. When Uncle Edgar put me down on the floor, I recognized his boots… because when I got there, he had asked me to put them in the closet. I remained silent, not divulging Santa’s true identity to the other children. Uncle Edgar has long since left this materialistic world, but every Christmas he comes back to my heart.
Richard Legault, Boucherville