This year I was lucky enough to sign up for the Blog Advent Tour and get to participate with a lot of my favorite people in sharing my holiday traditions. This is hosted by Kailana at The Written World and Marg at Reading Adventures. I have chosen to share with you two traditions in my family regarding stockings, or rather one old tradition, and one I hope to start this year.
My entire life I have had the same stocking. My grandmother made it for me as a baby and I have never had a Christmas without it. Or that's the way I remember it, anyway. I certainly can't remember a Christmas without it. It was always the biggest stocking on the mantel and it didn't have a sewn in hanging loop, so it was always the one on the floor on Christmas morning. (I have since attached a loop.) The first year I lived here, I ma
de the striped one for Mike. I used my stocking as a template, but I didn't allow for seams, so it's very narrow.
When the Pirate came along and I made his, I once again forgot to allow for seams. Last night, when I made the Bug's stocking, I remembered. You'll notice how much bigger his appears to be. (The Bug is N.) In my family, it's a tradition to have a handmade stocking. I tried to make each boy a stocking that they would not be embarrassed by at age 13 or 18 or 33.
My new tradition, is the Advent calendar. I wanted something reusable, not the typical cardboard one with cheap chocolate. I made 24 green felt stockings and attached them to a clothesline with numbered clothespins. It's only been two days, but so far the Pirate is thrilled to take one down each morning. I have an assortment of Hershey's kisses, candy canes, a matchbox car, a big sucker, new markers, a barrel of monkeys, and the grand prize- the yellow Power Ranger to put in there. I plan to turn the clothespins around to the plain side and hang Christmas cards on the line as we receive them, and as the stockings are removed.
I am really loving being a parent in the holiday season. The Pirate is still in awe of Christmas lights and he loves to "decorationing" the house. He goes to bed without arguement, because he knows in the morning he'll get a little treat from the stockings. I hope that the tradition of the stockings come to mean as much to them as they do to me.
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