For some of this month, I’m going to participate in Nancy’s Christmas Postathon. I think it will be fun. I can tell already that I’m going to enjoy reading her stories. Maybe some of my readers will enjoy reading mine, but I’m sure going to enjoy writing them.
Today is a favorite Christmas decoration.
Technically, I don’t celebrate Christmas, as I am not a Christian. However, I come from a long line of non-practicing Christians and I married a non-practicing Christian. Actually, he doesn’t call himself a Christian, either…
Well, part of the fun of being a Semi-Gnostic Pagan Heathen Unitarian Universalist is that I really don’t care about religion, especially on coffee cups.
The top of my tree has a five-pointed star, we don’t do Santa, and we only build non-denominational snowmen.
So perhaps Unto You a Savior Is Born, but unto me, it’s twinkly lights, candles, baking, candy canes, yule trees, giving presents, and festooning everything with ribbons.
So, my favorite Christmas decoration is the stocking my mother made for me.
Mine is more than twice the size of the rest of my family’s. They love to go on about how spoiled I was, with my huuuge stocking. Let me explain.
First off, I’m an only. For a long time, mine was the only stocking hung by the chimney with care.
My mother made this stocking when I was still at home. Trust me, when she made it, she was not thinkin one day she’d need to make one for the whole fam damily. *giggles*
So, initially, she made one for Bubba and Sissy. Then she made one for The Mister. (Shh, his is the prettiest.)
Then when Sassy was born, my mother came to stay and while she was with us, she worked on Sassy’s stocking. Phew! She managed to get it all done before she left.
everyone’s her surprise when the following year, she came to stay for Moo’s birth, and quickly finished that one while she was with us as well. Phew! Being a grandma is hard work!
fucking spectacular really nice when the following year, she didn’t need to make another stocking for yet another baby.
Every time I take the stockings out, I think about the story, the look on her face as she sat there stitching — her one child with a gaggle of kids. It makes me smile.
Do you have a favorite Christmas decoration?