We’ve yet to do our own big Christmas where we chop down a tree and decorate like a modern Martha and make the homemade eggnog and sing Christmas carols to each other all while wearing tacky sweaters and such but we are starting to slowly get there. This year we put up a simple string of lights along our photo wall….AND….thanks to our great neighbors and their discarded holiday items donated as giveaways in the hall we have a small fake tree with ornaments! It is like a new day in our home, full of a teensy bit of Christmas spirit.
Oh, and see if you can spot me in the photo of our tree (spoiler, I have the answer in the second image).
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Wait for it, wait for it…..
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Happy holidays and please eat lots of cookies.
Author: Ali Carras
At a very young age I lost site of my mom in a local grocery store in Boulder, Colorado. I did, however, have the smarts to go to the customer service counter. The kind woman at the counter asked "What is your name little girl?" My reply: "Assi." The woman gave me a look like, "Are you playing with me you little devil?" but she proceeded to blast on the loudspeaker the "We have a lost Assi at the front of the store." Customers throughout the store gagged and giggled, but my mom knew exactly who the woman was referring to: the mullet haired little girl with a tongue too big for her mouth, wearing a leotard, skirt, tights, and jelly shoes (with florescent green laces in them...even though they didn't need the laces). A shy little character for whom every little detail in life was a huge thing. I am pleased to report that today I am able to fully pronounce Allison (aka Ali), but the Assi pseudonym has always stuck, evolving into Aszi. As for the shy little character for whom every little detail in life was a huge thing? Some things never change.
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