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On the second day of Christmas, they talk turtle doves, and I’m not gonna lie, my first thought is always of the movie, Home Alone, and Macaulay Culkin sharing his bird in eternal friendship.
Fascinatingly enough, my second thought is of my grandmother and grandmother-in-law that happened to travel in the same circles. They apparently ordered from the same catalogs or attended the same card club Tupperware-Candle-lite-Pampered Chef-type Christmas ornament party back in the 1970’s. Long ago at age 5, I received a flat, brass angel ornament carrying a jingle bell engraved with my name on it that, well, I thought was slightly uglier than homework over winter vacation.
Two years ago, my husband’s grandma moved to assisted living and shoveled her fine, quality “cast-offs” (read as “shit”) onto all the grandkids. There, in the bottom of a box, was the same heinous angel engraved with my husband’s name, but somehow it went from every-grandma's-taste-is-ugly to sentimental-Hallmark-moment-beauty now prominently displayed side-by-side with mine on our Christmas tree like two turtle doves fated to everlasting love.