Seduced by a Squirrel
A pom-pom squirrel. It decorated one of the first baby gifts awaiting my grand debut. I don’t know what was inside the box. Most likely, it moldered away in a forgotten landfill long ago.
Squirrelly has remained. A stalwart first friend. A fixture of my whole life. Every year, I unwrap him. Kiss him. Release him for a few short weeks to preen at the top of our big tree.
What does it say about me that my true oldest friend is a squirrel made of yarn and some ribbon?
Happy Christmas Eve!
For more about good friends:
Into the Unknown: Lori O’Leary
Model Trains, Drugs and Thanks for Michael Carnell
This post is part of the series Roll Out the Holly, about the stories Christmas ornaments can conjure. Click here to read the series from the beginning.
