The kids can have the costumes. You and your friends are too busy working towards sugar-induced commas on the couch for a scary movie night.
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Not that bad
Walking into the club with your girls, there’s a silent agreement among you that on the way to the bar you’re all going to slay. You can’t simply walk in a color this fierce. You have to strut.
As you sit in the audience with all the other proud parents you cant help but drift back to your ballet debut. Once a sugar plum fairy, always a sugar plum fairy.
The faint sound of carolers in the distances as you and a loved take an evening stroll through the park.
As the battle between your best friend and your boyfriend rages on, like Switzerland, you always say…
“All done!” you used to shout to Grandpa, proud that you’d poured all the eggnog without a spill. He’d look down at you with a smile and remind you, “Don’t forget the Nutmeg.”