Before I was even born, my gramma made me a Christmas stocking with my name on it. She made a matching one for both my sisters. They are beautiful, and they are a big part of Christmas for my family. We open our gifts on Christmas morning with my grandparents, but we open our stockings in my parents’ room first, just the five of us.
We were at Wal-Mart today, at 4 am, and James started pushing the cart towards the Christmas decorations.
‘Where are you going?’ I asked, since we’d pretty much just gone out to pick up envelopes for me to send my mom a disc of photos.
‘To get you a stocking,’ he replied with a wide smile.
I looked at the selection of generic stockings, red and white and green, with Christmas trees and glitter and fluff. I just couldn’t do it.
‘I can’t,’ I told him. ‘I already have a stocking.’
I’ve missed concerts and Halloween and Thanksgiving, but this is the first time I’ve felt like I’m really going to be missing something.
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My Great Aunt made my stocking. I literally can’t imagine celebrating a Christmas without it.
But the amazing thing is, now you get to create new traditions, and soon you won’t be able to imagine celebrating any other way but the new way.
Comment by Yes Is A World December 7, 2007 @ 11:13 pmSome things just can’t be replaced.
Comment by InterstellarLass December 17, 2007 @ 3:21 pm