This last Christmas as I bound down the stairs barley achieving equilibrium in sliding socks I anticipate this years Christmas. The scent of the annual Christmas breakfast casserole reminds me (as if I could forget) that it was Christmas. I doubted that the scent was coming from my vegetarian half, but it made me happy all the same.
Santa out-did himself when he gave me a beautiful locket. I snatch the treasure out of the stylish box and fumble to clasp it around my neck. Of course it does not mach my customary Christmas pajamas, but it will do.
After the holiday was over and the excitement of the new toys had worn off I still proudly wore my pictureless locket around my neck. After some dramatic picture taking of the locket some part of the locket breaks, leaving it open. I could leave it that way and say it symbolizes something, but instead I hand it to my father for fixing.
The locket still remains broken, but I don’t mind. It still is beautiful sharing the platform above small counter with the microwave. I am glad Santa still lets me admire it…
Santa out-did himself when he gave me a beautiful locket. I snatch the treasure out of the stylish box and fumble to clasp it around my neck. Of course it does not mach my customary Christmas pajamas, but it will do.
After the holiday was over and the excitement of the new toys had worn off I still proudly wore my pictureless locket around my neck. After some dramatic picture taking of the locket some part of the locket breaks, leaving it open. I could leave it that way and say it symbolizes something, but instead I hand it to my father for fixing.
The locket still remains broken, but I don’t mind. It still is beautiful sharing the platform above small counter with the microwave. I am glad Santa still lets me admire it…
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