I remember when this was always our Christmas tree topper. Always. We couldn’t have a normal star or anything. Because she matched my mom’s entire collection of Precious Moments ornaments. And by collection, I mean each year’s from 1990 to 2007 plus all our Baby’s Firsts. So, that didn’t leave much room for any ornaments with sentimental value. Like the ones all kids make in school.
My mom was serious about her ornaments. So much that when one of our Christmas storage tubs had some water damage, she sent my dad on an internet wide search to replace all of them. And she wasn’t happy until it was done.
After my parents got divorced, this little lady and her twenty-some minions fell into memory. Until a few years ago. And much to my surprise, my own mother just gave them all to me. Without asking. Of course I took them; I was definitely in need of any and all decorations. Not that I wanted any of her gifts, but these are related to my father and I’m sure she would have loved to smash them all. No matter how much money was spent on them.
dead girl swimming 