When I was a little girl, and still busy writing my Christmas wishlists for Santa, my normal annual request was for a pony. Not a shock, I am sure, and would venture to guess a wish made by many children.
Unfortunately, Santa never brought me my pony. For those of you he did, well, I hope it was ill-tempered and liked your sibling more.
However, I have finally gotten my very own pony. I’ve apparently had one for years and just didn’t realize it. I only realized it yesterday.
No, I’m not babbling about a recent spiritual discovery, but a vocabulary one. I didn’t know this, but bangs/fringe are called “pony” in Dutch. So thanks to my kapper (hairdresser) for finally giving me what Santa never did.