Wednesday, December 24, 2008

Christmas is for kids

My favorite Christmas memory ever was seeing a big wrapped present under the tree from Santa. (His name was written in cursive writing in a black pentel pen). I may have been 5 or 6 years old. I ripped the wrapper and inside was this HUGE stuffed dinosaur which I named Dino. (My favorite show that time was, tadah, Denver The Last Dinosaur).

He was soft, green, and cuddly. He had a long neck, round face and droopy eyes. He had orange spikes and spots all over his back. Dino was my favorite toy for a loooong time. I'd ride on his back because he was just THAT big!

I saw Dino years after, and well, he wasn't that big, but at least I have that special memory.

Now, the holidays aren't that sparkly and magical like how it used to be 20 years ago. You just wish for practical things or little packages of indulgence.

It's so ironic how you lust for something extra hard at the same moment that you know you absolutely can't have it.

The cutest Heart Onesie ever. All sold out apparently.
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