Every year, there are four of them.
One for me and each of my boys.
And one for our cat, Firefly.
They hang, empty for a few weeks, until Christmas Eve, after the boys go to bed.
That's when I fill them.
With randomness, mostly.
Gum and candy and trinkets. And cat treats and toys in the last one.
Ready to be enjoyed on Christmas morning.
Except mine.
My stocking stays empty most years.
Unless I put something in it.
But I usually don't.
Does the stuff in the stocking really matter?
I've never understood why people get so focused on buying gifts at Christmas.
It becomes all about spending money, and comparing who got the most, and all of the shiny material things.
When it's not about that at all.
The older I get, the more I feel this.
The need for less stuff and more time, more hugs, more laughs.
More experiences and more memories.
Less gift wrap and boxes and material things to clutter up our homes.
More warm drinks and yummy food.
Less worry and stress.
More smiles and more singing.
More appreciation for all that we have. And the people we have to share it with.
Let's make it about that this year.
Because hugs and smiles and laughs don't cost a thing.
And they are worth so much more.
Christmas is, and always will be, my favorite holiday.
Even if my stocking is empty.
Because my heart is full.
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