This little Christmas tale, written in 1939, wove its way into our hearts as Little One and I snuggled on the couch reading the other day. Because Sallie's hands were so cold on a December day she was thankful for her white fluffy muff. "What's a muff, Grandma?" Father, in the story, had on his Christmas list a pipe cleaner (we knew that one), an ink blotter and a pen wiper, and a decorated box of matches. We started to giggle as we read, there were so many strange items in the book---strange, that is, to Little One. We began to make a list as we would research them after the story was finished. With each item we laughed even more. "What's a hot water bottle, Grandma?" "What's a guest towel?" "What's a silver pepper?"
Little One was hanging out at our house before she went caroling with us to a nearby nursing home. She looked so sweet dressed in her red corduroy jumper (this grandma also had a red corduroy jumper when she was in KG.) One more comment speaks of the times we live in. Not-so-Little One needed to go get a drink or something in the middle of our reading.
"Grandma, could you pause that for a minute?"