were walking through the mall.
When suddenly she stopped and stared
at something on the wall.
I shook my head in disbelief.
I thought I knew her better.
Can you guess what caught her eye?
An ugly Christmas sweater.
She laughed and pointed at the thing,
which shook me to my core.
Because I knew that in the past
I'd worn that sweater before.
She turned to me and with a grin,
she asked me for some money.
"The kids at school are dressing up
and this would be so funny."
I didn't take it personally.
I didn't take offense.
I didn't give her money.
This was her expense.
Yes I wore those sweaters
I wouldn’t change it if I could.
After all it was the nineties,
and I thought that I looked good.
Now I'm the one who's laughing,
and my daughter would agree.
She spent her money on ugly sweaters
when she could've had mine for free!