Holiday memories of Santa, Daddy and pajamas in today’s letters to the editor.
Pick of the day: Heart-to-heart for the holidays
Like many mothers and daughters, my daughter and I had our squabbles off and on throughout her teenage years and beyond. Last year, she was away at college and came home for Christmas.
We had an opportunity to go Christmas shopping together on Friday and on Saturday, Christmas Eve.
I kept encouraging her to go with me, but she just dawdled and put it off. Finally, late on Christmas Eve, she broke down crying because she didn’t have any money at all and couldn’t get me a present.
We had a nice heart-to-heart talk, and I was glad that she finally opened up to me. I told her I’m at the age where I already have plenty of things and don’t really need any more; in fact, I’m trying to clean excess clutter out of the house.
I heard her rattling around the house during the night. On Christmas morning, she gave me a shirt of hers that she had fabric-painted with “My daughter [heart] me” on it and a picture she had drawn of the two of us under the Christmas tree, where she is crying and I am consoling her.
I treasure those gifts more than any others.
PHYLLIS VAN EPS