I love Christmas. It combines a whole bunch of my favorite things- winter:
Now back to those things I love- comfort food, gift giving,
snuggling, twinkly lights, candles and most of all.........STOCKINGS!
It's a Thompson tradition for Santa to place the stocking on the end of the bed for immediate opening on Christmas morning. What was probably a way to keep me in my room until a decent hour as a kid has become my favorite part of Christmas as an adult. It's like breakfast in bed but gifts are involved.
Thankfully my family and perfectly awesome boyfriend humor my love of this tradition, which has clearly gotten out of control. What was once one stocking on my bed has become this:
Santa has never been normal in my house. When I was a kid he liked bologna salad, now he likes whiskey. I guess he gets enough cookies everywhere else.
Next year I'm gonna leave him the whole bottle and see what happens. (I'll probably wake up and find him naked in the kitchen.)
Other highlights of my Christmas included finally getting something gluten free made with yeast to rise. (Another Christmas miracle.)