As you can see, I still can’t find the “cut and paste” button.
When I was small, we didn’t have special stockings to “hang by the fire”. We didn’t have a fireplace. That was of some concern to me as I didn’t know how Santa was supposed to find his way in. But back to the stockings…my older brother and I would get to choose one of our father’s socks from his drawer. Robert pulled out one of Dad’s hunting socks. It was gray with a red toe and heel. It looked woefully thin to me, but my brother looked so pleased with his choice, that I followed his example. Mom pinned our stockings to different spots on the sofa and off we went to bed. The next morning they were brimming with treasures! They were so heavy that Santa had had to unpin them.
While the small toys in the stockings changed each year, we always found nuts in their shells and an orange in the toe. There were always firecrackers (which we set off at my Grandmother’s house on Christmas day) and there was always a peppermint candy cane. One year the candy cane was so large that we had to use a hammer to chip off pieces to eat!
Mom did eventually get matching stockings for all of us. They were beautiful, but I missed those old hunting socks of my Dad’s. Robert was right…they expanded just right!!