![]() Don’t tell Santa but I have already opened one of my Christmas presents. It actually wasn’t from him anyway, it was from my sister. I had put a new pair of boots on my amazon.com wish list and I knew they were under the tree. The other night when I was feeling chilled and in need of something warm and cozy I rifled around and found a box I was quite sure contained the boots. I carefully peeked through the wrapping and there they were. I unwrapped them and slipped them on my feet. Instantly I was transported back to my junior high days when I got a new pair of boots that I loved. I remember they were fur lined and the front opened up in a “V” shape with a little collar of fur around my ankles. You could also fasten them so that they covered your ankles, but the fashionable way to wear them was to leave them open so that the fur was visible. I had been sooooo wanting those boots. By junior high we had graduated from the kind of boots you wore over your shoes to the kind that fit directly on over your socks. All the girls carried a “shoe bag” on their wrists like a purse as we walked to school so that we could change into our shoes and put our boots in our lockers once we got to school. Unfortunately, although the boots my parents bought me fit over my socks, they LOOKED like the kind of boots you wore OVER your shoes. I was mortified in the way only junior high aged kids can be mortified. I hated those boots to my core. A year or so later when I got the new boots I was in heaven. I remember walking around the house in them staring at my feet. I didn’t want to take them off. That was how I felt in the boots my sister just gave me. I wore them around my house like slippers. They are Sketchers. Not only do they have memory foam insoles like my other Sketchers, but they are also lined in fake fur. They feel like puffy clouds of warmth on my feet. I’ve been wearing them night and day since I first put them on. Today I went for a walk with a friend in my new boots. They were perfect. They cradled my feet in comfort and toastiness. It’s been a little crispy in the mornings (although nothing like the below zero weather I grew up with) and I felt all snuggly as I strolled along. Not only are they beyond comfortable but they are ADORABLE too! What more could I ask for except for a couple of cats in my lap and a roaring fire. Even though we won’t be able to be together this Christmas, I feel like I just got a big hug from my sister.
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