Merry Christmas

I got these socks from Georgia as a Christmas present when we were in high school...which means they are at least a decade old. Maybe that's gross to have held on to them for all these years, but hey, I do wash them. I keep them in my sock drawer all year and wait in eager anticipation for the weekend of Thanksgiving when I can "legally" pull them out and wear them.

I know that since I'm almost thirty, it's slightly ridiculous to run around with sparkling snowflakes, reindeer and trees on my toes. But the socks make me smile, as does the absurdity of wearing them. I like to think Georgia would find it funny too.

And they fill me with reminders of her, that most Christ-like of people, during this beautiful season of remembering Him.

Merry Christmas, Georgia. And thanks for the socks.