Foxy likes socks. This is not actually unusual as I think that many women like socks. One year at Christmas dinner we could hear some faint music playing. We could not quite figure out where the music was being played. Suddenly, daughter Kim dropped out of her chair and started crawling under the dinner table. "I know it is playing under the table here somewhere," she said. Then Foxy remembered her Christmas socks played a seasonal song if you pushed a button and figured when she crossed her ankles that the button was accidentally pushed and her socks played music. We had quite a good laugh over that pair of socks.
For each holiday Foxy has the appropriate socks although most do not play music. She gets kidded, enjoys the kidding and proudly wears her socks. Recently her sister Susan sent her a present warning her ahead of time that she would not be able to guess the contents in a million years. With great anticipation Foxy opened her present from her sister and out tumbled socks of course. These had Foxy written all over them. What better socks for my Foxy than foxy socks. Happy travels.
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