December 19, 2011
When I was a wee one, at Christmas my great grandmother Alice filled her glass candy dish with ribbon candy and set it out on the end table in the living room. Nana had cheeks soft as a ripe peach and the kindest disposition of any woman ever born into my family (self humbly included).
I loved picking up the heavy lid of that candy dish and smelling the weird comingling of mint, fruit, cinnamon and Pepto-Bismol that those sugary ribbons gave off. Never really cared to eat it, but I knew Santa was circling the neighborhood when the ribbon candy made its annual appearance.