On Christmas day, my Grandmother would wear her white slacks – and yes, they were slacks, not pants – her red sweater, a gold bell necklace and a tiny pair of Santa earrings. Christmas didn't feel like Christmas until we heard that gold bell necklace and saw those tiny earrings dangling below her perfectly quaffed hair. I am now the proud keeper of the necklace and the earrings but I don’t think I’ve worn them once, let alone on Christmas day. That will change this Christmas because yesterday, while in line to see ICE with three kids, we found ourselves behind this wonder:
Say what you will about the commercialization of Christmas and that the true meaning is lost but when three almost-four-year-old kids spot a woman wearing these, the excitement that is the magic of the holiday is infectious. Guess what I’m wearing today? Okay, not Santa earnings and a jingle bell - but only because I can't find them. BUT, I will put them on the minute I do because silly things, almost-four-year-old giggles and the memory of my Grandmother is what I need right now. And no comments on the inappropriateness of those shoes, 9degree temperatures, large slabs of ice and children running about looking like blue Eskimos. To each his own...
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