I felt just like Randy from the movie A Christmas Story this morning. Too. Many. Layers.
That’s one thing I really dislike about winter– clothes. 😉 However, I dislike being cold even more than I dislike clothes.
This movie always makes me laugh. Plus, it’s set in northern Indiana in the 1940s, so it’s very reminiscent of my parents’ childhood. My dad loves to tell me the story of his childhood Christmases, and how he and his three brothers would get just oranges and mittens for presents. A few years ago I read a hilarious book by Havel Kimmel, who also happened to grow up in Indiana. In the book, she wrote this about her father:
“all men of a certain age tell this story, and they give themselves away by always using the same fruit. I have yet to meet the father who will look his child in the eye and say, “I was happy just to get some seedless grapes.” But”
― Haven Kimmel, A Girl Named Zippy
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