When I was a little girl Rudolph hung over the fireplace. In my memory he looks just as he does above. A sockmonkey sock transformed by my mother in to the “most famous reindeer of all.”
Christmas decorations were stored under the stairs in the basement. In the twenty plus years my family lived in my childhood home the basement saw a fair amount of water and mildew as basements are inclined to do. The dozen roses my dad gave me on my 16th birthday eventually got wet. The 45s I had saved along with my Fisher Price record player succumbed to the moisture. More than a few stuffed animals met their demise. Shoe boxes of notes passed in middle and high school gave way to the wet environment. (I can think of a few of you who might be glad to know that.)
Call it a Christmas Miracle if you like… But Rudolph survived. He looks as young and vibrant hanging on the wall in my living room today as he ever did when I was a kid. Don’t tell Snoopy, but if something ever happened to Snoop… Rudolph and those eyelashes could win me over in a hearbeat.