They were more gift bags stuffed to the gills with goodies than stockings, but we still called them socks.
About 5 years ago we got the call that every
The socks were to be no more.
APPARENTLY a poll was taken unbeknownst to B and myself and it was decided that a gift would replace the sock.
Yeah........ I think I speak for B and myself when I say:
Okay yes we are grown-ups here but come on....
This was our Christmas sock we are talking about.
We loved our socks.
We got over it.
Thankfully we still had someone else that made us socks.
But part of OUR tradition together had been erased.
So we did what any couple would do, or probably had been doing all along and we were just a little slow on the uptake.
We started buying socks for each other.
That first year we went off to Wal-Mart and went in separate directions with our shopping carts in search of goodies to stuff each others sock with.
We inadvertently bumped into each other a few times but quickly took off in different directions not wanting each other to see what was in our basket.
I have to say that first year was really fun and I’m pretty sure we spent way more on each others sock then we did on gifts.
On Christmas morning we were pretty stoked to open our stash.
Before kids we either opened gifts at night and slept in, or opened in the morning then went back to bed.
That year we opened in the morning.
As I was opening mine I came across a box all stuffed with tissue.
Underneath all the tissue was a blown glass snowman that was the cutest thing I had ever seen.
I was so touched that he had picked an ornament for me that suited my taste.
It hangs right near the top of the tree away from prying hands and curious cats.
And it is another one of those ornaments that will automatically provoke an ass whooping if broken.