I had an aunt that was very well off. Every year, we were obliged to visit on Christmas eve and sit in her "living room" while she handed out gifts to the children. One year in particularly memorable because she gave both of my kids each a pair of Christmas themed girls' socks.
My son looked at me with a puzzled look on his face, and then smiled and thanked her. My daughter, who would have to wait about 5 more years before she would grow into them, liked them. They still had the 89 cent price tags on them from TG&Y (a local thrift store).
As sort of an odd point of interest, at least to me: In the first paragraph, I put "living room" in quotes, because the only timed the room was lived in was Christmas eve. That's the only time that we were allowed in that particular room, which always had clear plastic covers over all of the upholstery. From 1965, until Katrina flooded it in 2005, the room was only used on Christmas eve.
My son looked at me with a puzzled look on his face, and then smiled and thanked her. My daughter, who would have to wait about 5 more years before she would grow into them, liked them. They still had the 89 cent price tags on them from TG&Y (a local thrift store).
As sort of an odd point of interest, at least to me: In the first paragraph, I put "living room" in quotes, because the only timed the room was lived in was Christmas eve. That's the only time that we were allowed in that particular room, which always had clear plastic covers over all of the upholstery. From 1965, until Katrina flooded it in 2005, the room was only used on Christmas eve.