What I really want for Christmas is my sense of smell back.
And to celebrate that, I want a set of those markers that we had as kids - you know, the ones that smell like the color. The orange one smelled like orange and the blue one smelled like blueberry.
I distinctly remember the day in kindergarten when we had been deemed responsible enough to color with markers. And one of my tablemates turned to me ... with a giant blue marker spot on the tip of her nose.
But mostly, what I want for Christmas is not to feel like death on a stick. Perhaps magic markers would help with that.
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I'll buy you smelly markers if you buy me a mimeograph machine. Mmmm, purple ink.
The black licorice was my favorite. Memories.
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