I received a copy of the Sears Wish Book (60th edition!) the other day and Rich immediately got all nostalgic. “Oh, that reminds me of being a kid,” he said. “My sister and I used to sit with it and circle all the stuff we loved.”
Him and kids everywhere, I think. (I saw a request from someone on our classifieds board at work asking for a copy of the book because her kids really want one and she can’t find a copy.) And now we’re passing that Christmas tradition on to a new generation. Connor gravitated right to the toy book:
Yes, that’s a Star Wars pajama top with penguin bottoms. What?
And this is what he thinks about a page full of dinosaur Lego, which is what he’s asked Santa for:
He has mastered the goofy smile.
We’re all sick here again and there’s a ton of snow on the ground, which feels very festive (the snow, not the sick) but neither particularly makes me feel like going shopping. Which is too bad, because for the first time I’m feeling totally ready to do the Christmas thing already (I normally work up to it over the first couple of weeks of December).
