A darling, purple dress from Grandmom,
and a headband from a clearance rack at Bon-Ton,
and a purple flower pin from a sweet friend,
and a furry cape from our costume bin in the basement, make
one little girl feel so special, all dressed up for the Christmas concert at church.
(I can remember being five years old in the bathroom at church comparing dress-twirl sizes with the other little girls. Can the desire for a twirly dress be in a little girl's genetic code?)