As my mother becomes less and less mobile (and what with Covid), it looks like I’ll be playing Santa again this year. That means “stocking duty”.
As I’m sure most of you do, we do stockings at Christmas. The tradition has always been to open the stocking early- then have breakfast. Then regular presents. And since we always would get a grapefruit in the toe of the stocking, that was part of breakie.
Stockings for us are always the little things we need: razors, toothpaste, lotion, chocolates, cough drops, lottery tickets, etc. Mom always made the stockings happen. But starting a couple years ago, she hasn’t been able to get out shopping- so some of the stocking stuffers fell to me to purchase. Although she still had the stockings ready for Christmas Day.
Then last year the entire stocking setup fell to me. I bought most of the bits and bops, and I got them put together for Christmas morning.
The same is happening this year of course.
Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind doing the stockings- it’s just mom and me after all. It just makes me a bit sad. There are no surprises left, not even the tiny stocking stuffer ones. The last vestige of my childhood Christmas is gone, and now I’m the parent.
At least I still get to surprise mom with a few things.