The rainy winter days passed quickly. Thanksgiving came and not long afterward Christmas vacation. Ramona missed Daisy, who went with her family to visit her grandparents. When she returned, the girls spent an afternoon dressing up Roberta in the clothes she had received for Christmas. Roberta was agreeable to having a dress pulled over her head, her arms stuffed into a sweater, her head shoved into caps. She enjoyed the girls' admiration. She was not so happy about a pair of crocheted slippers with ears and tails that looked like rabbits, a gift from Howie's grandmother, who enjoyed crocheting. Roberta did not care for the slippers.
by Beverly Cleary
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During a busy winter season, Ramona quickly moved from rainy days to Thanksgiving and Christmas holidays. She missed her friend Daisy, who was visiting relatives, but when Daisy returned, Ramona and her friend spent time dressing up Roberta in Christmas gifts, enjoying her patience and the girls' attention. Roberta liked the attention but was less thrilled with a pair of crocheted slippers shaped like rabbits, a gift from Howie's grandmother.

"Roberta was agreeable to having a dress pulled over her head, her arms stuffed into a sweater, her head shoved into caps. She enjoyed the girls' admiration." Despite her acceptance of the dress-up, Roberta was not fond of the rabbit slippers, which she didn't care for, showing her simple, honest reactions to her surroundings. The holiday season brought new experiences and some discomfort, but also moments of sharing and friendship.

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