and MOO in the 2010 Edublog Awards...Thanks!
Every time I hear that maudlin little holiday song, about the boy and his ailing mama and the shoes, I exercise my prerogative to change the station on the car radio.
The "socks" I prefer hearken back to happier times. Our first married Christmas, and Mr. Fairway's Aunt Eileen, who crocheted us a pair of beautiful stockings.
The chili pepper lights that hang from the fireplace came all the way from Texas with us when we moved to DC. These Christmas socks inspire real memories. I pity the poor person who has to conjur Christmas in a commercial endeavor.