One of my most favorite Christmas's in my childhood was the Christmas that my sister was born (December 1st) and it was the Christmas that my brother and I received new stockings. Not just any stockings, but custom made for us stockings from a very exclusive children store in Des Moines, called The Gingerbread House. I know my mom splurged on these because we were not a wealthy family and I'm sure if my Dad had
really known what they cost, he would not have been happy. Years later my mom told me that she paid $25 a piece for the stocking and in 1967 that was a lot of money for something like that. The next year, she had one made for my baby sister. Every Christmas after receiving them, we anxiously waited to unpack them and display them. We didn't have a fireplace, but every Christmas morning, those stockings were stuffed to the top marking our respective piles of presents.
Mom gave me my stocking after I got married and although I no longer use it as my Santa stocking, it always hangs in a prominent place in our home.
It's lost some of it's bling, the Santa's arm has been chewed off by something (kitties? maybe??, mice??), but I still love it and hang it with pride and smiles of the memories it brings.
1 comment:
That's a COOL stocking! Love the story of where it came from (and even how much it cost:) See, women have been keeping price secrets from their husbands for awhile;)
Post a Comment