12/24/2022
When I was a kid, my mom sewed each of the three of us a custom stocking featuring a Winnie the Pooh character. It turned out to be predictive, since, like the Pooh Bear she chose for me, I'm a somewhat distractible philosopher with a love for the sweet things in life.
To carry on the tradition, when we married I crafted Bill his own flannel stocking. He wasn't (yet!) a big Winnie the Pooh fan, so I chose a carrot on a green background to show his love for nature and playing in the dirt.
Of course I planned to make my children their own stocking as they came along, but instead, for, count them, 12 years, they each had a store-bought stocking with a paper tag taped across the top and their names written in Sharpie.
Yep. Tape and Sharpie.
Finally last year, now that everyone is out of diapers and can microwave their own burrito, I upgraded with iron-on letters and thread embellishments.
To my Mom, I don't know how you did it. 3 kids, innumerable dogs, teaching pre-school, cooking (without a microwave since it was the '70s), and no electronic babysitting. I am in awe.
As for Rosemary and Gussy, I think they miss the tape and Sharpie.