The year after, Grandma made me my real stocking. My brother and cousins all have theirs, too. It always made me feel special to have a stocking that was made JUST for me. Besides, that way Santa couldn’t get mine and my brother’s mixed up. That would, after all, be a catastrophe.
And now, as spouses have joined the family, the collection of stockings has grown. The first year we were married, Grandma gave Luke one, too. She cross stitched the front and my mom sewed it into a stocking.
I think it’s so cool that Grandma spends the time to make these. And the awesomeness compounds when Mom has a hand in them, too. I think it’s sort of the reason I love the Christmas season so much- the traditions and the memories. I love having ornaments on my tree from my Great Grandparent’s 50th anniversary, stitched frames from my grandma, and things that my mom made to fill their tree over the years. I love my “hand-me-down” decorations- they make Christmas feel like Christmas!