Sunday, December 17, 2006
Penchant for Stockings
Flurries, ice, bitter cold, and lots of hot chocolate mark the Christmas spirit. But despite the overwhelming holiday barrage, one item eclipses all others--the stockings. I'm not sure exactly when or where I became fascinated with them, but it happened sometime in my youth. At around 5am, my brothers and I would scurry downstairs and tear into our stockings that were filled to the brim with all sorts of treasures. Usually, I would find cd's (Ron Hamilton or the like), gum, chocolate, small games, and sugar pops. We had hit the jackpot. I suspect the most valuable of all the items was silly putty, an ingenious invention that conforms to almost anything and can mirror newspaper text and cartoons.
Such holiday euphoria was too good to last forever. Sometime during my high school days, things changed. Christmas was, to a large extent, forgotten. You see, though my presents remained glorious, my stockings began to crumble. Candy was replaced with toothpaste. CD's were substituted for pens and pencils. And, most of all, silly putty was superceded by oranges. Oranges!
Now maybe, just maybe, my stockings will return to their glorious state. It could be this
Christmas or at the eschaton. If any of you have been victimized by a similar unfortunate event, please, by all means, share you heart.