As kids, Christmas wasn’t Christmas until you wore your brand-new clothes. The excitement started days before checking the tailor’s shop, making sure he hadn’t “misplaced” your material.
On Christmas morning, I woke up early, ironed my outfit, and sprayed almost half my brother’s perfume. When we stepped out, the whole street turned into a fashion parade every child shining, some even wearing their clothes with the tags still on.
The funniest part? By evening, the clothes were already stained with oil rice, ground dust, and sweat from playing football. But we didn’t care because that day, we felt like kings and queens.
Kelly Young
55 days agoAs kids, Christmas wasn’t Christmas until you wore your brand-new clothes. The excitement started days before checking the tailor’s shop, making sure he hadn’t “misplaced” your material.
On Christmas morning, I woke up early, ironed my outfit, and sprayed almost half my brother’s perfume. When we stepped out, the whole street turned into a fashion parade every child shining, some even wearing their clothes with the tags still on.
The funniest part? By evening, the clothes were already stained with oil rice, ground dust, and sweat from playing football. But we didn’t care because that day, we felt like kings and queens.
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