From Donna, with love...
III. Santa mugs
These were the items in my box of gifts from Grandma that met with the most skepticism from my husband:
They're so jolly. Brad must just be a grinch. But really, like I wrote in an earlier post, it's the memories, not the objects.
Grandma and Grandpa have always (and always = to my memory, of course) had tons of mugs, collected from different celebrations and events and gifts. The Santa mugs were always ours. Ironically, I actually only remember drinking orange juice from it, never hot chocolate, even though I'm sure we did. The two Santa mugs are special because they're from Grandma's house, and there just doesn't need to be another reason.
These were the items in my box of gifts from Grandma that met with the most skepticism from my husband:
They're so jolly. Brad must just be a grinch. But really, like I wrote in an earlier post, it's the memories, not the objects.
Grandma and Grandpa have always (and always = to my memory, of course) had tons of mugs, collected from different celebrations and events and gifts. The Santa mugs were always ours. Ironically, I actually only remember drinking orange juice from it, never hot chocolate, even though I'm sure we did. The two Santa mugs are special because they're from Grandma's house, and there just doesn't need to be another reason.
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