It's interesting to observe the days which Americans treasure, recognising that what we learn from television at home in NZ of how they celebrate it to be true here in the States. Halloween, Thanksgiving, Valentines Day: all holidays we don't celebrate at home except in a token kind of way. The supermarkets here announce each impending holiday with a new display the day after the last holiday, Easter has surfaced with the passing of V. day.
Today, just over a week after Valentines day, the little girls I sometimes babysit wanted to get dressed for school in their Valentines outfit. Tights dotted in tiny hearts, another big heart on a pair of socks, pink and red shirts and sweaters. Their Valentine heart balloons bob on strings in their bedrooms. Pink iced sugar cookies sit in the fridge. What did you get for Valentines Day, H.? I ask the eldest. "A whole bunch of stuff," comes her ready reply. "I got candy, there were jelly beans, chocolates, and more candy. There was a tonne of candy. I got lots of cards and we had a party at school!"
A day brightened while the weather is harsh.
No comments:
Post a Comment