Here are some goodies Rob and I got in our stocking on Christmas morning. Yes, Santa mysteriously returned after we hit the hay and placed this lovely sock near the others. It is carefully handstitched from a cloth map of New Zealand, stuffed with dark chocolates and goodness. Rob got the cute felted jet (seen here flying out of Auckland) and a photo frame. I got the little doll and a very cool capo. Yes, we were usurped in our role as the Bestower of Bounty. India had succeeded in surprising us. She handcrafted and assembled it all on the sly, waited quietly for us to finish our work on Christmas Eve and then crept downstairs at 2Am to silently lay out her handiwork. We were touched and amazed and I think she felt really good.What a sweet generous soul.
Our family tale says if you misbehave you just might get a pickle instead of candy in your sock. Eden was a little worried this year that she would get the Pickle. I guess she felt like she hadn't been on her best behaviour as of late. Most likely she was influenced by the story of someone we know actually getting the Pickle. For real. Bummer. It's funny, there was a pickle involved this year. On the tree India had also hung ornaments for Rob and I. Mine was a handblown red heart. Rob's was a handblown green pickle. Sweet.
2 comments:
You think it was sweet. You got the heart! Poor Rob.
Maybe it was a sweet pickle?
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