I still give my sons - now 31 and 32 - a Christmas stocking.
Last year, my younger son’s partner, Angie, came to stay for Christmas. Naturally, Angie, too, had to have a stocking, and I had great fun filling a stocking for a girl – a first for me.
For obvious reasons, ‘Father Christmas’ decided not to creep into the bedrooms to put their stockings at the end of the beds, but to leave them beneath the Christmas tree.
After breakfast, we all went into the sitting room, and lo, we found the stockings. But there were four stockings, not three. The fourth stocking was for me.
And this was a very special stocking. Not just because it was my first from my sons. Not just because everything in it showed a great deal of thought. It was very special because the stocking itself had been made by my non practical older son!
Luke had bought the satin, fur and beads and, guided by his creative partner, Sophie, had cut out and sewn the stocking together. Then he had sewn on every bead individually. He had not allowed Sophie to do so much as one stitch.
Happily, the first three stockings contained Kleenex, and this was put to good use as I saw the thought and care that had gone into making my stocking.
The stocking adorned the sitting room for the whole of the Christmas period. I've attached a photo of it - I think it looks pretty good.
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Coming out in the New Year...
‘Dark Deception’, a People’s Friend Pocket Novel, is due out on March 22nd, 2012
‘The Road Back’, published by Choc Lit, is due out early in 2013
Please come back on Boxing Day to see how the RNA is decorated on the first day of Christmas....