I remember once doing up a note for Santa to accompany milk and cookies and absolutely insisting that my parents not eat the food because I wanted to prove for myself whether Santa existed. I'm fairly certain I never went through with this experiment, and I suspect it's because I already knew the truth.
My mom has done stockings since I think before I was born. They're mostly filled with baked goods and also some random little things (kitschy wind-up toys, small gifts like pens, etc.). She sends stockings to all our immediate family (i.e. my dad's parents and siblings) and also does them up for anyone who's spending Christmas morning with us. (We've never done the Christmas Eve gifting and so all of ours Christmas morning.) She literally fills up the stockings and puts them on chairs -- though they do hang up as part of the decorative scheme during the rest of the season when they're empty.
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Date: 2005-11-13 10:37 pm (UTC)My mom has done stockings since I think before I was born. They're mostly filled with baked goods and also some random little things (kitschy wind-up toys, small gifts like pens, etc.). She sends stockings to all our immediate family (i.e. my dad's parents and siblings) and also does them up for anyone who's spending Christmas morning with us. (We've never done the Christmas Eve gifting and so all of ours Christmas morning.) She literally fills up the stockings and puts them on chairs -- though they do hang up as part of the decorative scheme during the rest of the season when they're empty.