It was Christmas morning. I was in the sixth grade, and anxiously waiting to tear open my stocking. "Santa" always put wonderful goodies in there. That's the year it happened. I fell in love. Out of the stocking came a jumbo-sized Lip Smacker the color of a ballet slipper. It smelt like somebody had just blown too much air through a gum bubble. It was aptly named, "Pink Bubblegum." I carried that lip balm around with me everywhere. I think this is when my addiction started. The sweet smelling and colorless lip satin was my token. I felt like a grown up. Little did I know that grown ups rarely carried insanely over sized Lip Smackers in their pockets. (Tangent: However, the Dr. Pepper one is a different story for another blog. Perhaps product review?) And, I digress. Since that day when Santa brought me that tube, and every other Christmas when I would receive a candy cane filled with Lip Smackers (remember those?), my lips have been moist and plump ever since. It's a little bit of a problem-an addiction, really. I cannot tolerate having dry lips for a minute. I clam up, start fidgeting, and search my pockets for lip happiness. In fact, I could start my own addiction group. I would call it LG/BAA (Lip Gloss/Balm Addiction Anonymous). Thank you, Santa, for giving my lips the best gift they could ask for. And, for giving my parents a child who was happy with an $.89 tube of lip balm.