On Christmas Eve and Christmas Day, I saw something I never saw before – entire families were walking around outside in matching pajamas.
It wasn’t just the little kids. The parents, the teens and the tots were all dressed head-to-toe in matching PJ sets. Mystified, I googled it later and learned this has been a Christmas trend for years (I guess – in white, suburban middle class areas at least).
I only remember one special pajama tradition from my youngest days. When my parents were still married, my sister was 6 and I was 4. Our dad gave each of us one of his old shirts and we’d wear them as PJs. These shirts were huge on us, hanging down to our shins and draping over our torsos like full length robes. They had thin, multicolored horizontal stripes.
They were super soft, stretched out and great for sleeping in.
My Dad called them our Nitwit shirts. I want to remember him saying something like, “Get over here you two nitwits” and we’d climb into his laps for hugs on the sofa and snuggling while watching TV.
I don’t remember that part. But it sounds like something he would have said and done back then. It’s a good memory to have, even if it never happened.