When I was a youngster, every year we broke out the same big ol’ box of Christmas decorations. There were many glass balls, lots of little plastic Santas and snowman and yards of glittery silver garland. (Never tinsel, garland.)
We hardly ever added anything to our holiday stash and anything subtracted was due to breakage.
The other day I was at the Salvation Army browsing and but who should I see laying in the glass case amongst other fine ornaments?
Why, it was Little Drummer Boy and he looked exactly as I remembered him.
We had these very same ornaments growing up, in red and green.
I knew I had to rescue the little guy from the musty stench of the Salvy.
So I paid the 4 bucks for him and took him on home.
He’s here now and just look at his awesome cherub face.