The day finally came! The hectic days prior, shopping for bold and well thought out presents that are sure to delight, wrapping them carefully. With the most perfect bows perched daintily atop. And shopping for that perfect dress. The dress. The one with unmatched versatility. The one that’s not so over the top but has enough sparkle to match the season. The one that’s perfect for family dinners as well as cocktail parties. You looked once, looked twice. Heck, you looked thrice! And somewhere in your favorite shop, about 2:37AM since the stores have been open 24hrs, you found the one that you’d jingle the most bells in. You dealt with ever so long lines to pay for your find and irritated as you were, you managed to do this without delivering any insults on the poor overworked, underpaid and equally irritated associates. You probably recognized the sartorial ‘one’ as soon as you set eyes on it right? Your face broke into a smile and your heart gave a tug that you recognized as a 'yes, go for it'. Did you find one? Or a couple or more? All that have come to a screeching halt. The day is here! It's Christmas!
My dad's birthday too. The very best dad anyone could be blessed with. His one sin was he wanted us all to become medical doctors just like him. My first sister did become a gynecologist. Second sister got close, a pharmacist. Happy Birthday dad! Sorry we all didn't toe the line.