Geneabloggers Advent Calendar of Christmas Memories.
My Christmas stocking was always put at the foot of my bed. I could only open my stocking when I woke up in the wee hours of Christmas morning and had to stay in my own room, although my brother and I sometimes would go into each other’s room. There was always a mandarin orange, a chocolate Santa, a roll of film and in the very bottom of the stocking a quarter.
At one point it developed a hole in the sole and I rather expertly (?) mended it. I still have my original Christmas stocking.
This was originally published in December 2010
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