When I was a kid, ‘The Stocking’ was the most exciting gift of Christmas. Not because of the contents of the stocking but because of the magic of it! We didn’t actually have stockings, we had those giant plastic 90s sacks, (none of these personalised hessian bags in those days). Father Christmas left them outside our bedroom doors and we would routinely tip toe across the room to just check on them in the early hours of the morning. I can remember now feeling through the plastic in the dark, trying to figure out what the box shape or the squishy thing was. We would dare each other to take a present out for a thorough investigation but it never occurred to us to open our stockings before we got the parental green light, where would have been the fun in that?

No, although we had probably been awake for hours, Christmas didn’t begin until my Dad’s Classical Christmas tape started up. On Christmas Eve, he’d set up his tape player in the hallway, linked to a timer switch. The second we heard that tape deck click and the singers begin Ding Dong Merrily On High, Christmas Day had officially begun! We’d grab these huge sacks, my little sister actually dragging hers across the landing, jump straight into the end of our parents bed and wait.
First my Dad needed to set up his CamCorder (oh yeah the 90s!) and my Mum needed to make a cup of tea. She didn’t want to miss us opening our presents (she had after all been up till midnight wrapping them all) so we had to wait until she was ready. After an eternity she’d appear with tea and toast and we could finally find out what Father Christmas had left for us! All our stocking gifts were always little things like bubble bath, toothbrushes, colouring books, sweets and Christmas socks. So I’ve done a similar thing for Finley this year. They might not be the most exciting presents he’ll get on Christmas Day, but I hope its the present he’s the most excited to receive.
Because whats in a stocking is magic, the magic of Christmas, the start of a magical day!

Yes Father Christmas will be bringing him Marmite as requested!
What’s In A Stocking?

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