Pajama Dresses - Christmas 2013

Ever since I can remember, I’ve loved new pajamas.  Especially at Christmas.  As a kid, I remember how we got to unwrap one present each on Christmas Eve.  It was always a new pair of pajamas, or a nightgown.  I absolutely loved the smell of the new pajamas, and wearing them to bed that night seemed to make Christmas even more magical.  I carried on this tradition with my daughter Nicole as she was growing up, even throughout her college years.  

I now have the tradition of getting my Mom a new 'nightie' for Christmas each year.  That's what she calls it. She looks forward to it.  As a matter of fact, she liked last years’ flannel so much, she wore it the entire day for our family Christmas get-together this year, announcing ‘this is my outfit, I want to be comfortable’.  

I am all for her theory – I wore my matching flannel to Frito’s house this morning for Christmas breakfast and cheer.  I did wear boots, and a coat –so that way, if I did get pulled over by the heat, I wouldn’t look like a total ding-a-ling.  Just a little bit like one.  Hey, my Mom has the right idea – ‘comfort for Christmas’.  I’ve been known to wear my pajamas in public, what’s one more day.

When I was a little girl, around the age five or six, my Grandma made me a quilted bathrobe with matching bootie style slippers.  I still have them, packed away in my cedar chest of treasures.  When Nicole was little, I had her wear it one Christmas, and I took her picture.  It was so adorable, and fun to reminisce about.

Now, as a full-fledged Grandma myself, aka: Oba…………, I have the distinct pleasure of making nightgowns for my little granddaughters each year and sending them to wherever they may be living at the time.  They look forward to receiving them each year, and of course, their Barbie’s like to have matching pajamas.  The girls call them Pajama Dresses, so that is what they are.  Pajama Dresses.  This year I couldn’t decide on fabric, so I made them each two.  A matching cowgirl set since they live in Texas, and another one more specific to their individual personalities.

To see the picture of  little girl grins in those pajama dresses, snuggled into their new slippers, and proudly holding up their Barbie’s, made my heart skip a beat.   And a lump in my throat the size of Texas.   Sealed with a button and a kiss – that about wraps up Christmas for me.  

Thank you God.  Happy Birthday Jesus.  A Christmas miracle.