The Red Velvet Christmas Robe

Oh, that special Christmas, unlike the ones today. When little girls wore such beautiful clothes. Decades before jeans and running shoes. Curled hair, pretty bows and we had manners, too. We saw beautiful movies, at cinema, we’d clap with joy and shout, hooray! Oh, how we adored those shows. They were for us on Saturdays, we’d go and not one of us were ever alone or had the blues. Richard, Joanie, Connie and funny Sue. I wondered what my parents were buying for me, that snow-filled Christmas day. I did ponder new skates, or toys, but they really bought the present more beautiful than snow. A genuine, red velvet housecoat with red satin slippers, i think my mind, they blew. That housecoat, it was magical, I was speechless, Not knowing what to say. I sat, wrapped in luxury, drinking hot chocolate in the gold Windsor chair, watching Chicago winds, wildly gust and blow! Bacon cooking, fresh coffee brewing, I was only a delicate, twelve years of age. But, I must be honest as on that day, the red velvet housecoat and satin slippers. Made me a movie starlet in every conceivable way. So thank you Mom and dad, those little girl starlet dreams, years later got me to be an extra in two movies. And worked on stage at Second City, imrov and did Stand up Comedy in Chicago. Was a close friend of the late Roger Ebert, movie critic. May he rest in peace. I still dream of our wonderul home, that glorious fireplace, But mostly that exquisite red house coat and genuine satin slippers that launched me into the love of not only dance But the theater. Love you, Mom and Dad...xoxo. Panagiota