Wandering through the mall on my lunch break today on the way to the food court, I started thinking about how my Christmas' have evolved. Now, this sounds like the start of a "uphill in the snow barefoot both ways" kinda story....but I'm not trying to be. Do you remember:
Fighting over Mom's plastic go-go boots to use as snow boots. They were tall (kept the water out), they had a long zipper on the side (made it easy to put them on and off), and they had a smooth plastic sole on the bottom for sliding down the hills. For my awkwardly shaped feet, they were as close to cowboy boots as I would ever get. If I remember correctly, we all had to fight for them, getting Mom to mediate between boot availability and foot size. I don't know what I'd think right about now if my son wanted to wear his mother's boots to go sledding.