Oma's Christmas box arrived last week, Phentex(!) slippers for the kids, leftover Halloween candy, and a chocolate T, an S, and a D. Wow.Chocolate letters have always been a part of my Christmas. There was always a 3"x4"x1" little box wrapped and under the tree for each of us, and we always knew, generally, what it was. What we could never bank on, though, were the details; specifically, the particular letter we'd be enjoying that year.
Whether mom just put it off too long, or she was waiting for that last paycheck before Christmas, or whatever, it was rare that I got a D. Or John, a J. Or Ed an E. Selection, by the time mom shopped, was limited so as long as the letter appeared somewhere in your name, it was good enough. Johannes Arie, Edward Charles, Dorothy Margaret, Robert Paul, and Alexandra Nicolette - she had plenty of latitude, so just about any combination of leftover letters in the bin would work.
Mom must have shopped early this year. Or got lucky.
4 comments:
This is great stuff. The tradition lives on.
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Did your mother like her cross stitch Joy?
That's it. Next year I'm asking Santa for a chocolate alphabet.
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