As I washed and dried the apples for this little fruit bowl, I thought about the fruit that Santa Claus used to leave in our stockings when we were children.
When Shelby, Jackie, and I were young, we hung up one of Daddy's socks. We didn't have a red furry store bought stocking, but picked out the longest of Daddy's socks we could find in the drawer. Even picking out a sock to hang was exciting at Christmas time, and how funny Daddy's socks always looked, stretched out real long, bulging with fruit, and hanging from a nail.
On Christmas morning there would always be an apple or an orange stuffed down into the toe of the sock, then nuts and candies, then another apple or orange, more nuts and candy and a tangerine. This fruit that Santa brought was special and tasted better than fruit from the kitchen. It really did, didn't it?
This morning my new red butter dish jumped out of the refrigerator and broke into pieces!
Seriously, it is not meant for me to have a butter dish...and I was so proud of this one. Why Poppy and I had been without a butter dish for ages, then when Andee and I were out Christmas shopping about two weeks ago, I found this red one. All I did was open the refrigerator door!
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