Since I was knee-high to a grasshopper (I've always wanted to say though I don't know why. Do grasshoppers even have knees? And are there some freakishly large grasshoppers in the jungle that would make this size reference even remotely relevant?).
Um, let's start this again (you're welcome).
Since I was a small child, Christmas and chocolate have been inextricably linked. (That's better).
I was born a chocoholic and my mom (and Santa) were sure to fill my stocking with chocolatey treats and wrap a substantial box of chocolates up each year. The highlight of my holiday season for sure. They were always drug store chocolates - nothing fancy - but as a kid growing up in the country, they were fancy schmancy to me.
For years there were After Eights (which really were not such a kid chocolate). Those little sleeves they were individually packaged in could be found all over the floor of my powder blue girly room for days.
I was also terribly fond of Toffifee (and how do you pronounce that? Looks like Toffee-fee but I always said Toffee-fay. A quandary of epic proportions to an 11-year-old.) Though they did have a propensity to stick to your teeth like nothing else, there is no denying that they were deeeeelish.
And of course, what would the holiday season be with out the good ol' staple ... Turtles. "Turtles, turtles, rah, rah, rah. Turtles, turtles, ha, ha, ha. Ahhhhh I love turtllllllllessss."
Yes, I just spontaneously belted out a bad ad jingle from 1980. Because this is where I reveal that as an eight-year-old girl I daydreamed of one day becoming THIS woman:
Sad but true. Sad but true.
I wonder what chocolate selection
my mom Santa will wrap up for me this year?