In My Own Shoes: The hole in the Christmas stocking
I don’t remember exactly what Christmas it was, but I know I was a little girl.
Probably no more than 6 or 7, and oh, how I loved not just Christmas, but the run-up to all the holidays. It was a time of decking the halls with decorations we made and hung in our classroom at school to the more elaborate ones we bought and had at home. Each year, Mom would take us to the store as soon as the new tree ornaments came out for the season and let us each pick out a new ornament for our tree.
When I was very young we had a fake tree. Mom always corrected us by saying, “Don’t say fake. Nothing about Christmas is fake. It’s an artificial tree New 2021 Jordans because getting a live tree is just too much work right now.” So every year we’d grouse and moan a bit, but by the time the lights and ...