December 14, 2012 § Leave a comment
It has something to do with Christmas. Well, Advent calendar actually.
One window, one chocolate. One chocolate, one memory. Today is the first. There’s Marcel’s madeleine and I have my Advent calendar chocolate.
Christmas 1994. Not yet midnight. Under the Christmas tree, there is this appealing brown box with a golden ribbon knotted around. I am trying to figure out what is inside shaking the box but it tells nothing except that there is indeed something inside. Whatever. I open it. I unwrap the white tissue paper and discover the delicious little pair of red velvet loafer slippers. These are the cutest thing I have ever seen. A deep red fabric and an imperial tartan bow on the top of the shoe. It is not just a gift, it is a treasure.
I still remember this pair of slippers my grandfather bought us for Christmas. My sisters and I all got a pair of it and although we didn’t get to wear them for long, I still remember exactly how they looked like. Sometimes we forget the gifts, we forget the people who offered them to us and sometimes we remember. And when we remember the gift, the moment, the person, it means something. It is nostalgia.