I sat on my mother's lap in my new pair of red coveralls and red sweater. After eating my chocolate icecream and pound cake, I was ready for that delectable holiday treat. My big sister, Phylicia, came from across the room. She was playing with Ethel when Mama called her. She was wearing a pretty green knee-length dress, white socks with a little slouch at the ankle, and black suede shoes with a quarter inch heel. Mama asked her with her strawberry sweet voice, "Could you go get Marion some egg nog?" My eyes lit up with the sound of those two words. I remember Phylicia walking steadily from the table over there by Ethel's Mama with a big paper cup with a pink rose and a pink trim. She leaned slowly over and said, "Here Marion, here's your egg nog!" I took the cup with a low thank you and enjoyed every gulp of that smooth, creamy drink. I finished my cup. Happy, with a big grin on my face, I looked at my Mama and said, "Ah!" She gazed at me, chuckled her motherly chuckle and wiped an egg nog mustache from my lip.