Im dreaming of a pink purple polka dotted Christmas

Its a song my mom sang when we were kids, to the tune of white christmas
I can never remember the whole thing. There is a part about valentines. I just remember that I loved it when she sang it, it was so silly and sweet. (hint to mom, send lyrics) 

 I also remembered another tradition, as I was wrapping presents.
It is an old tradition, in our family, to wrap someones presents in an old box from something else, a box thats been sitting in the basement, waiting to be used in exactly this fashion. Then, when you tore off the paper, you would feign surprise and delight at what your box held-

Oh, Im getting a power drill! How Exciting!,

and then you open it and its really the big white bunny slippers you’ve been wanting.John’s family doesnt really get it. Ive wrapped some of their gifts in red herring boxes before, and its met with confusion and bewilderment.

So, now I just put their stuff in gift bags (some even reusable gift bags!), but I will try to revive the tradition for my kids, and of course, John. Here comes your box of coconut milk, honeys!  

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