We kept our stockings humble, the gifts small and from the heart, because it's easier to keep things that way from the start than try to reign in the "greed monster" later on. Expectations (high, realistic and low) are so very predictive of how everything goes emotionally.
I gotta say, my Christmas stockings are what I wear on my legs, and I hope that what's in them is good enough for everyone else... because it's all I am.
We loved our Christmas stockings, they were brightly coloured, each of them unique and different. Yet what we loved most was found within. Inside each late on Christmas Eve our parents put in what looked like old scrolls an upon them were our special Christmas stories. We'd read them with our breakfast, warm in pyjamas and having the squiggle-hugs young children do.
The first Christmas gift of each newborn was a handmade Christmas stocking. Almost always they were Nordic in design and they were embroidered with the new family member's name. We'd keep them for life, those stockings; they were a huge part of our traditions.
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