When I was a kid, my Dad used to bring these little treasures home from his business trips. We would beg him to bring us boxes and we'd savor every single piece. Sometimes a half of a box would be hidden, thus ensuring that someone would have some candy left over long after the others had eaten theirs all gone.
Last Christmas, we got a bunch of boxes from the Chinese Santa Claus in our stockings. The kids and I have whittled our stash down, piece by piece, bean by bean. We have let the sugar molecules be melted ever so slowly, not wanting to chew it one little iota; for if we chewed it, it would be gone in an instant.
We have a few here and there: a treat in the movie theater, a bribe to be quiet in Sacrament Meeting, an persuasive treat to be nice to your sister, etc. However, 6 months later, we are on the VERY LAST BOX. How I wish that the Chinese Santa Claus could visit again..... How I long for you, my dear delicious boxes of Poifull! Such little bits of nostalgia has never been so loved.
2 comments:
That was such a heart felt plea, I think Chinese Santa or at least his helpers heard. :)
I second that...we still have a box that is partially eaten that neither one of us will finish! :)
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