Adult socks lack both the magic and the fun of the dreamy coloured socks you hung for every magical wish that filled the mind with glee even if not with your wish.
A mish mash head perhaps.
Blessed or perhaps a little cursed too with an imaginative potential, sometimes the line blurred between what was real and what was imagined.
Some opined I didn't grow out of those childhood socks.
A mish mash head sure.
But then it requires courage to hold to those gleeful dream like wishes.
For a long time I waited for the socks to fill with all the goodies my gluttonous taste buds dreamt of.
And then I let unfulfilled them fill my head.
Then when most were busy penning boyfriends and fixing husbands like postage stamps on overseas covers..I still held to my dream sock that said... twinkle, tinkle, trot and hey presto Santa drops your man into thy socks.
Oh yes... adult sized socks just don't do.
But then that one dream wish was not entirely fulfilled.
A mish mash head did hear a tinkle, did see a twinkle and did walk beside a trot.
well I guess adult sized socks have holes through which somebody just slipped. Really!!!
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