The bittersweet memory came rushing back to me just yesterday, as I sat thumbing through my Vanity Fair.
It was Christmas morning, and I was 10 years old, and I was about to discover –
Heaven on Earth!
My sister Denise and I had been dreaming that this could happen, but we never expected that it actually would.
We pull up to Grandma’s house where, as tradition would have it, we are presented with our gifts from Gram and the Aunts and Uncles. I didn’t notice it at the time, but there it was — the gift sitting under the tree. It was as unassuming as the eggnogg waiting on the dining room table.
As Denise and I rummage happily through our gifts we appreciate every one. And then it was time to open that gift that had been sitting under the tree.
Inside that box was the surprise that would top everything that has happened in our lives to this point!
It was from our Uncle Ralph; cool Uncle Ralph. We open the box and, there they were:
White Go-Go Boots from out of my dreams — just like the ones that Marsha Brady wore!
Oh my gosh and, yes, there is a God!
Two days later, however, it was to be that my dream would die. My father, behind our backs, I might add, returned our Marsha Brady boots in exchange for the more practical, hideous, water proof boot.
Well, better to have loved and lost then never to have loved at all.
Yes, that Christmas I did discover that there really is a God, but it was that same Christmas that I also discovered that there is a Devil, and he makes 10 year old fashion obsessed girls wear hideous –