Ghosts of Christmas past present me with many gifts, as I search an old box of my mother’s. It’s my childhood Christmas stocking that draws me in, so delicate and small.
Church on Christmas Eve always sent us home with sacks of candy, nuts, and oranges. Bedtime came early, and we wrestled with sleep.
On Christmas morning, my sisters and I rushed downstairs and found four stockings under the tree stuffed with candy, nuts and oranges, eerily similar to last night’s treasures. We didn’t care. Our stockings were large and full, and it was a perfect start to the day.
Church on Christmas Eve always sent us home with sacks of candy, nuts, and oranges. Bedtime came early, and we wrestled with sleep.
On Christmas morning, my sisters and I rushed downstairs and found four stockings under the tree stuffed with candy, nuts and oranges, eerily similar to last night’s treasures. We didn’t care. Our stockings were large and full, and it was a perfect start to the day.
