That wonderful moment of waking up as a child, maybe waking up in the night, and putting your toes down the end of the bed and feeling the weight of your Christmas stocking lying across the end of the bed, and knowing you must have been a good child and Santa had visited you!
My sister and I shared a room and when we were both awake, one maybe prompted out of sleep by the other, we would begin to explore the contents of our stockings… maybe in the dark, or maybe one of us creeping out of bed to put the light on. Little gifts, inexpensive gifts, some coloured pencils, some sweets, a sugar mouse, and in the toe of the stocking a tangerine, a couple of hazel nuts and a few shiny new pennies…
Father Christmas visited our house last night; I know this for two reasons, the whisky we put out for him has gone and Rudolph’s carrot is nibbled, and the stocking which was empty last night is bulging this morning!
Happy Christmas all!
Lois Elsden 