The Wanton Moppet in a Pom-Pom Hat

Every December, Sister Madly’s mother would spend a week baking up to 40 loaves of bread while listening to Lawrence Welk and the Mexicali Brass. A young Sister Madly would then reluctantly deliver half of this bounty with her elder sister, Tallulah, to neighbors they hardly knew- many of whom lived far beyond the acceptable distance of ‘neighbor’- while dragging a red wagon through several feet of snow.

But this tradition was not limited to neighbors.

While no child looks forward to a school day, no morning was as dreaded as the day before Winter Break, when Mother Madly handed over a loaf of bread as a gift to the bus driver. When Sister Madly first heard the term “cruel and unusual punishment,” this scenario is what came to mind.


However, the argument of which Madly Sibling (the elder Tallulah or the most magnificent Sister Madly) was to give said Bread to the Bus Diver was beans compared to the argument of whom would carry the Bottle of Champagne the following day.

The Darrow’s, you see, lived 4-doors down (Sister Madly used to play- most discreetly, of course- in the weird tar-pit thing behind their house.) And every year, the Darrow’s would gift the Madly girls a bottle of cheap Champagne in return for the annual Loaf of Bread.

For Sister Madly, this was much worse than the whole Bus Driver thing; people might actually think the Champagne belonged to her. They might think that she, a wanton, 5 year-old Moppet, had wasted every cent of her allowance on its purchase, and there was no way that she could prove otherwise. And the Champagne didn’t even come in a proper paper bag, which is how it was consumed by the Elite on the streets; no, Sister Madly’s bottle had a shiny, red bow tape to it.


Then came the horrifying thought: what if her own Mother thought that Sister Madly bought the wine for herself? Her parents had stopped drinking some years before, and the bar in the basement now held a bizarre assortment of Care Bears and Cabbage Parch Kids… if a bottle of Champagne should appear within their midst, it would bring no end of trouble….

But there was no time for this worry, as one such delivery spree found a pom-pommed Sister Madly hauling 3 Loaves of Bread all by her lonesome. Tallulah had been forgiven of all delivery obligations that evening after befriending a classmate who had the cheeky audacity to be born on that particular date some years before, and who wanted to celebrate the fact with something called a “party.”

Even at the tender age of 5, Sister Madly had anti-social tendencies; she had absolutely no desire to knock on the doors of her Bread-less Neighbors, and succumbed to a magnificent tantrum somewhere between her front door and her Neighbor’s driveway. After spending an eternity (i.e., 2-3 minutes) fussing about, Sister Madly utilized her Red Wagon in such a way that allowed her to slide the Loaf of Bread into the oversized mailbox* without a word to her long-nosed neighbors.

* The other 2 deliveries slid much less easily into their respective mailboxes, but Sister Madly did it anyway. She had grit, that Moppet.

With her mission technically complete, Sister Madly trotted home, confident in the fact that she had rebelled against the unknown universe with her little Red Wagon and a knitted, Pompom Hat.

pointy tree

5 stupid hours of pointy hell later, Sister Madly’s apartment is
finally festive. She will be calling upon one of you next year to set
up this tree for her. She may even buy you a cider for your trouble.

* Re-post from 2014. Or somewhere around there.

48 responses

  1. ~meredith

    😀 :D… wicked funny! (i think i’ll laugh all day)


    December 11, 2014 at 7:21 AM

    • Sister Madly

      Quite a compliment- thank you!

      If only we could get away with these same shenanigans as adults… 😉

      Liked by 1 person

      December 11, 2014 at 2:56 PM

      • ~meredith

        We do, I suspect… but children are seldom fooled, so I refrain I daylight hours.

        Liked by 1 person

        January 2, 2015 at 7:04 AM

  2. Relinquished Reversal



    December 11, 2014 at 7:29 AM

    • Sister Madly



      December 11, 2014 at 2:54 PM

  3. Lovely story. I have to say the two headed snowman made me laugh out loud. 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

    December 11, 2014 at 7:43 AM

    • Sister Madly

      It made me laugh, too. 😀

      Liked by 1 person

      December 11, 2014 at 2:53 PM

  4. Point of clarification, please: It took SM five hours to do that “tree.” Not that it shouldn’t have, of course. Maybe next year someone could help her?


    December 11, 2014 at 11:42 AM

    • Sister Madly

      I admit that some of that time was spent tracking down all the pieces, but those stupid, pointy, plastic colored things irritated me and put me in a bad mood. Perhaps I’ll just leave the tree up all year. Or throw it out the window come January.


      December 11, 2014 at 3:04 PM

      • If you elect to defenestrate a pointy Christmas tree, use caution. There are liability considerations – particularly if your apartment is on an upper floor! You could work a mischief on some passerby on the street below. It isn’t adequately reported, but pointy tree impalement from above is a growing post-holiday statistic in urban emergency rooms!

        Liked by 1 person

        December 11, 2014 at 3:13 PM

        • Sister Madly

          It’s a ceramic tree, so no one would be impaled so much as, well, killed outright. That would free me from any liable suit, right?

          Liked by 1 person

          December 11, 2014 at 3:25 PM

  5. darkenwulfbytes

    Don’t bring along the Dodo, though…


    December 11, 2014 at 11:58 AM

    • Sister Madly

      Absolutely! I prefer my holidays Dodo free.

      (But I feel that he is never too far away…)


      December 11, 2014 at 3:00 PM

  6. in the spirit of the season I’d be happy kill a tree and stuff it up an angels butt for you.

    Trees are a renewable resource and it is actually good for the economy. Angels, well it’s a little known fact that is where the expression, “They got stick up their butt” came from. Angels can be persnickety and on occasion need reminded of it.

    In return, seeing as how I do have an exceptional grasp of, “The Butterfly Fly Effect” and think it would be well complimented if you taught me about, “The Peanut Butter Fly Effect”.

    No it wouldn’t be an Archangel atop the tree. Those kind of Angels can be real mean, trust me on this!


    December 11, 2014 at 12:29 PM

    • Sister Madly

      This is so NOT the season to cheese off the angels. I need to remain on their good side so when I wander around town at 2:20 AM they are available.

      As for that Peanut Butter thing: if your referring to the sandwich pic of 2 days ago, you must know that NOBODY knows the story behind that one!

      Liked by 1 person

      December 11, 2014 at 3:18 PM

      • I’m allowed and I forget sometimes others aren’t. I’ll have one appointed to you.

        Since Clarence got his wings he’s been impossible so he’s out. Gabriel has that horn and it sounds pretty much like a Banshee since he lost his lip so no. Micheal’s head won’t fit through the hole in his robe since Travolta played him and you don’t want a nekid angel.

        I got it! I’ll get Metatron for you! Who better than the Celestial Scribe to watch over Sister Madly!

        Consider it done and the merriest of Christmases to you Sister Madly!


        December 11, 2014 at 4:31 PM

        • Sister Madly

          My first intro to Metatron was through Terry Prachett’s/Neil Gaiman’s Good Omens. 😀

          But as a Xmas gift, I thank you, as you could have chosen Lucifer who, I hear, was once an angel himself…

          Liked by 1 person

          December 11, 2014 at 5:01 PM

        • You hear correctly. Lucifer was The Bringer of Light. There’s a new Sheriff in town so to spake. Try my, “Vision Quest” remembering the delusion. ;).


          December 11, 2014 at 5:16 PM

        • Sister Madly

          His name means ‘Bringer of Light,’ but wasn’t he also the Angel of Music? (since the invention of Hip Hop, I am inclined to believe it.)

          Liked by 1 person

          December 11, 2014 at 5:24 PM

        • You are also correct about Lucifer, Head of the Music Ministry up in the cloud seats.

          But for me …. Angel Of Music would be, Phantom of The Opera

          Must be something to that Lucifer Music thing cuz one of the times I saw Phantom, Paul Stanley of KISS sung the part of The Phantom” and was surprisingly good!

          This would be Colm Wilkinson singing.

          Liked by 1 person

          December 12, 2014 at 3:58 AM

  7. wull, you know what Sis? sometimes you just amaze me …. ks


    December 11, 2014 at 5:49 PM

    • Sister Madly

      I hope that’s a good thing…

      I was living in West Michigan at the time all this went down, once upon a time. 🙂


      December 11, 2014 at 7:06 PM

      • west fucking michigan … !! oh ..
        sorry …

        wull .. that’s pretty amazing in
        itself …

        who would have
        guessed … ?? not
        i …

        was it
        kazoo or where
        tulips grow … ! once upon a time in the
        west … ummmmm … great name for a movie ….

        you want to know amazing … ok … “the wanton moppet in a pom pom hat” … that’s! amazing … it reminds me of miss piggy dressed up as a cheerleader …. (you have an innate ability to initiate conversation … ) … godda go … g’night … ks


        December 11, 2014 at 8:22 PM

  8. John Thursday

    Good omens. What a great book. And that tree! I just saw 2 exactly like it yesterday at a little breakfast place full of hipsters in plaid and toques. It reminded me of my mother who once had one she painted. Apparently those trees are collectors items now. So said the server at The Yeti.


    December 12, 2014 at 10:10 AM

    • Sister Madly

      The Yeti? Hee Hee… 😀

      This tree use to belong to my grandmother- I got it from her a couple of years ago. But that doesn’t make it any less pointy.


      December 13, 2014 at 12:45 PM

  9. Every mailbox needs bread.


    December 13, 2014 at 4:51 PM

    • Sister Madly

      I agree!

      My mailbox, however, was just holiday-bombed with an electric bill. So NOT festive…


      December 13, 2014 at 5:05 PM

  10. You have outdone yourself. Wickedly good!! Encore!! I laughed well and it drove my headache away for a bit! 😀👏👏


    December 13, 2014 at 6:04 PM

    • Sister Madly

      Aw, thank-you! I miss the childhood days of ‘I-don’t-give-a-hoot-what-my-mother-says-I’m-going-to-do-it-this-way’ because somehow, as kids, we got away with it.

      Here’s hoping that your headache goes away permanently on its own. 😉

      Liked by 1 person

      December 13, 2014 at 6:40 PM

  11. I loved the title and the story! (Especially loved the pics and the two-headed snowman! LOL!) Way to go “wanton moppet in a pom-pom hat” for cheering up my day!


    December 15, 2014 at 11:17 AM

    • Sister Madly

      Thank you!!

      That two-headed snowman opens up a whole new world of possibilities for winter shenanigans, doesn’t it? :c)


      December 15, 2014 at 2:33 PM

  12. annethepoet14

    You are an exceptional writer Sister Madly and am so glad you liked one or two of my poems. Funny and amusing you have such talent. Its a pleasure reading your blog.



    December 15, 2014 at 11:20 PM

    • Sister Madly

      Aw, thank you! That really means a lot to me. 🙂


      December 16, 2014 at 10:22 AM

  13. I will be eyeing mailboxes, considering what size/shape bread will fit in them

    Liked by 1 person

    December 16, 2018 at 5:36 AM

    • I do believe that a loaf of bread was the inspiration for the modern day mailbox- after all, delivering slices of bread through narrow mail-slots on the door is hardly festive!

      Liked by 1 person

      December 16, 2018 at 12:28 PM

      • The French must have really long mailboxes then, or should, so they can hand out baguettes to their neighbors. I mean, what if it rains?

        Liked by 1 person

        December 18, 2018 at 5:28 AM

        • They have to smoosh the bread into the mailbox and close the door quickly- it’s called a French Press!

          Liked by 1 person

          December 18, 2018 at 6:29 PM

  14. Hilarious! Now I cannot erase the imagery of lil you dragging baguettes down a snowy path.

    Liked by 1 person

    December 16, 2018 at 5:45 AM

    • Little red wagons do not navigate through the snow very well, yet our mother insisted we use it- I’m beginning to suspect it was for her own entertainment.


      December 16, 2018 at 12:30 PM

      • Your mother is indeed clever to teach you how to “drive” at that tender age and how tires can slip and slide perhaps? AND you successfully COMPLETED the task! 👍👏👏😃You are good!!

        Liked by 1 person

        December 17, 2018 at 7:43 AM

  15. whenmarsmetsaturn

    Christmas is coming, stollen’s all baked
    Oh gosh Mommy, please not another tray!
    If you haven’t got a cat flap, then the post box will have to do
    If you haven’t got a post box then Foul Ole Ron will yodell for you

    Liked by 1 person

    December 16, 2018 at 6:19 AM

    • I never thought of shoving the bread through a pet door- that would have been genius!

      Liked by 1 person

      December 16, 2018 at 12:30 PM

      • whenmarsmetsaturn

        If your mother used a Dwarven recipe you could have just chucked the bread at the closest window.
        Entire neighborhoods have been turned to rubble by red hatted dwarf kids who have mastered this technique of Yuletide destruction.

        Liked by 1 person

        December 16, 2018 at 1:21 PM

        • I just might have to embrace that tradition this year! ;~D

          Liked by 1 person

          December 16, 2018 at 6:37 PM

  16. locksley2010

    Wow, this was from 2014? Marvellous! And as relevant now as it was then. 😀

    Liked by 1 person

    December 17, 2018 at 6:00 AM

    • Aye- 2014!

      …to be clear, the post was from 2014. Delivering bread in a little red wagon through the snow as a wanton Moppet, that was a few years before. ;c)

      Liked by 1 person

      December 17, 2018 at 10:44 AM

      • locksley2010

        A happy Winter Solstice and a Merry Christmas, dear Moppet.

        Liked by 1 person

        December 21, 2018 at 10:56 AM

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