Merry Christmas!

When I was fourteen my father bought me a makeup mirror for Christmas.

I didn’t wear makeup then and still don’t today, but it is one of my most cherished gifts.

I guess Dad thought it a natural choice for a teenage daughter. I used it occasionally to tweeze my eyebrows back when I had them. Now I use it to pluck the two-inch gray hair that mysteriously appears out of nowhere.

The mirror may be rarely used but it has traveled with me for fifty-plus years and is still in pretty darned good condition. (The lightbulb is original.)

I wish you the merriest Christmas and sincerely hope that one of your gifts turns out to be a “makeup mirror.”