Nov 16 2009
It was never the dip in temperature, the first falling of snow, a Santa Claus parade, pulling out the winter coat, or even the decorations in the stores that ushered in the Christmas season for me. No, instead it was these:
It was never the dip in temperature, the first falling of snow, a Santa Claus parade, pulling out the winter coat, or even the decorations in the stores that ushered in the Christmas season for me. No, instead it was these:
Christmas oranges.
I remember when I was a kid, my mom would buy a box of them & hide them in a closet in the basement so that my sister & I wouldn't find them & eat them all. I caught on quickly & I could easily polish off half a box in one sitting which obviously frustrated my mother.
But nothing says Christmas like these oranges.
I bought a box this weekend & have them resting nicely in a big yellow bowl on our kitchen table. Mat won't let me decorate for Christmas yet, but little does he know that these are decoration enough in my mind.
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