I’m fifty-one, and I’ve read A Visit From St. Nicholas
nearly every Christmas Eve my whole life. But it’s only this year that I finally realized that “his droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow” refers to a smile, because that’s the shape of an archer’s bow, and does not refer to some sort of concentration pucker, looking like a bow you wrap gifts with. (Previously
Seven years ago I wrote about belatedly getting the joke behind “born lever-puller,” Gnip Gnop, and “Fargo North, Decoder.” I wrote:
Can’t help wondering what long-overdue realization is next…
I now have an answer. Just a couple of days ago I finally “got” the name of Keebler’s E.L. Fudge cookies.