Friday, 24 December 2010
A Stocking for John
I looked forward to this sewing project long before I knew the name that I would stitch lovingly onto the cloth and I anticipated the joy that I would get from hanging it long before this long-held dream came true.
As I sat up after midnight tracing hearts onto felt like a love-lorn girl I remembered the giddy thrill of bedtime on Christmas Eve and the wondrous magic of waking on Christmas morning. I re-lived the excitement that came from a lumpy-bumpy stocking and I prayed that John's Christmas memories would be as magical as mine.
Tonight, Father Christmas will stuff this stocking for the very first time and a seminal childhood ritual will begin. For the first time in a long time I can barely wait for bedtime to come...