You would have probably taken them off and washed them before you did that in the old days.
They're ceremonial now and more for display purposes. The stocking I had for so long was given to me when I was a baby and was bigger than I was then. Even larger than average....
Being from the Caribbean, we didn’t have fireplaces or hearths (at least, not indoors). My parents tied our stockings to the footposts at the end of our beds. My mother quilted our stockings from scrap material left from her sewing projects. I took mine to college as a souvenir from home, I guess.
We lived in several houses without fireplaces as well. My mom would just lay them out on the sofa Christmas Eve night. Your mom’s idea sounds risky if your kids are light sleepers 😂
You know what they say
About guys with massive feet?
They have big stockings
Oh is THAT what they say? I always heard something else😜
Yeah, they have trouble finding shoes that fit.
Where is the mamba?
In the toe of the stocking
waiting for Christmas
Aw, I love me a venomous snake 🖤
Nate’s ghost has one leg
Cloth hangs where a foot once trod
The heel is blood red
This is intriguing, help me out with the reference. Who’s one-legged Nate?
Nate is some random fella who has a ghost with one leg. 🙂
😂Well I went down quite a rabbit hole for Nate. Glad he’s not real, sounds like a traumatic afterlife!
What yuh stockin’ up
For this here big day come’n
When shit hits the fan
Hey! I love when someone surprises me with an unexpected interpretation!
Christmas visits and the apocalypse, for some families they’re the same thing
You would have probably taken them off and washed them before you did that in the old days.
They're ceremonial now and more for display purposes. The stocking I had for so long was given to me when I was a baby and was bigger than I was then. Even larger than average....
My great-grandmother made mine when I was a baby. I still have it in a box somewhere.
Being from the Caribbean, we didn’t have fireplaces or hearths (at least, not indoors). My parents tied our stockings to the footposts at the end of our beds. My mother quilted our stockings from scrap material left from her sewing projects. I took mine to college as a souvenir from home, I guess.
We lived in several houses without fireplaces as well. My mom would just lay them out on the sofa Christmas Eve night. Your mom’s idea sounds risky if your kids are light sleepers 😂
Very true. Or at least a financial apocalypse...