It’s fun on Christmas morning watching my boys empty their Christmas Stocking.
Of course they know the ‘real’ presents are spread around the Christmas tree, but it’s the stockings that always get emptied first.
The Christmas Stocking Story
According to Rabbi Brasch in his book “The Book of the Year” the story goes like this:
St Nicholas was deeply concerned about three lovely sisters living on the outskirts of a city. Desperately poor and destitute, they were tempted to sell their bodies.
Nicholas was determined to save the girls from prostitution. One night he went to their home and, unnoticed, dropped three pieces of gold through the smoke-hole (chimneys did not yet exist at the time). The coins did not fall on to the hearth as he had expected, but into the sisters’ stockings, which they had hung up near the fire to dry.
Nothing could describe their happiness when, next morning, they found the fortune. Ever since, people – unaware of the legendary origins of the custom – hang up stockings, hoping to receive similarly pleasant surprises and gifts.
What a lovely tale
Oranges…
When I was a young lass (that’s what young girls are called in the north of England) there was always an orange tucked away at the bottom of my Christmas Stocking.
I think about that today and wonder if my Mum sub-consciously remembered the war years, when oranges were like gold, and putting an orange in her children’s Christmas Stockings was her way of acknowledging things were better now.
…and Socks
Years later, I continue the Christmas Stocking tradition by tucking a pack of new socks at the bottom of my children’s stockings. Bizarre eh? Well, perhaps not.
My Mum used to darn socks and taught me how to do it. I even remember writing about it at primary school – and getting top marks!
The first time a hole appeared in one of my own children’s socks, I threw them away – refusing to darn any socks – times were better – right?
So, I wonder if my Christmas Stocking madness is a sub-conscious stand-off to those darning days. Weird eh?
Where’re the Socks?
Of course, it’s become a standing joke at Christmas time. “Ha Ha, Mum always puts socks in our stockings”.
So, last year I decided to break with tradition and tucked a pair of undies at the bottom of my boys’ stockings. I know, even more odd.
You know what’s coming, right?
Bemused, both my sons said “But Mum, where’re the socks?”. You’ve got to laugh.
So, this year I’m going back to socks and even though they’ll laugh, I know deep down they love the tradition of it.
What do you put in your children’s stockings, year after year? …and I don’t mean DVD’s and chocolates. Spill the beans on your weird ‘tradition’ – if you have one.
Keep on raising great kids everyone – and have a wonderful Christmas
For even more Christmas tales:
Creative Women Online – The Story of Christmas for Kids
Dinner in Ten Minutes – Easy Christmas Cake Recipe
Parks in Sydney – Christmas in the Park
New Life on the Road - Our First Christmas Living in our Motorhome
Weekend Getaway Ideas – Christmas Destinations
Lisa’s Healthy Lifestyle Challenge – Christmas Shopping List
Rita Pepper Online – Christmas Past and Present
Raising Great Kins Blog – Christmas Stocking Oranges and Socks
Jan Littlehales


















