Christmas
in the Sock Drawer returned with much celebration. The glimmer of hope felt after the Massacre
of July ’12 now burst into full flame.
Like
most good things, the flame came unexpectedly.
One day the sock organizer had been torn from the drawer and the socks had been dumped back in the drawer to co-mingle and become reacquainted. Then soon thereafter…
The Wool
Argyle from a Seattle trip remembered it best, relating the story to every new
addition to the Sock Drawer. “The drawer
opened slowly with the slant of light blinding us all. Then from the light tumbled all manner of old
friends, now reunited with their beloved mates…”
Apparently,
all the lost socks had been put aside until some gentle old person had
sorted through the mound, reconnecting long parted socks. Only a few lonely socks had remained behind
in the basket, hoping for their own return.
“There
they were: gold toes, Easter flowers,
Halloween pumpkins, ragged crew tops, and compressions! All had been tied together, joined once
again. Oh, the glory! You socks fresh from Kohl’s and JCPenney’s
will find what it means one of these days…”
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| Socks awaiting their fate |
So it
was on Christmas Eve that the new Christmas socks were surrounded by all the
Sock Drawer inhabitants. The glow-in-the-dark
Halloween socks illuminated the dark space as the elderly surgical sock with
the rubberized chevrons came forward and announced the blessing on all present.
The
Argyle sighed. “…unfortunately, surgical
sock had returned alone to the drawer, despite being tied with her mate. Apparently, there was talk of his
indiscretions with the lone lacey trouser sock.
He never made it back to the drawer, poor sod…”
For previous adventures in the sock drawer:
http://thecontemplativecat.blogspot.com/2012/11/return-to-drawer-of-sock.html
http://thecontemplativecat.blogspot.com/2012/08/massacre-in-sock-drawer.html
and
http://thecontemplativecat.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-in-sock-drawer.html
