One of my greatest Christmas memories involves a stocking my wife (then girlfriend) made me.
She bought a plain red stocking and with glue, glitter, and love she told me she loved me in a way that nobody had told me before. She wrote a poem about what we meant to each other and about our promising future.
She filled it with my favorite candy and some of my less-than-adult collectibles and gave it to me Christmas morning.
We have been married for 8 years and I still hang up my stocking each year.
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