*Nothing like getting a Christmas song stuck in your head before noon on a Monday. You’re welcome.

Do you have a favorite Christmas memory? You should, it just seems unnatural not too. I already shared my favorite gifts from Christmas so today I thought I would talk about something less materialistic and more heartwarming. Or something like that. Pretty much I am just eyeing the sweet prizes in Sohobutterfly’s Christmas Memory Contest.

One of my fondest Christmas memories is from around age 5. Our family tradition growing up was to spend Christmas on the farm with my mom’s family, then return to Dallas to have Christmas with my dad’s family and then finally have our Santa Christmas usually the morning of December 26. When I was five, my mother decided it was time to make me a Christmas stocking.

I am not sure what my stocking was before this, I guess age 5 is when they decided I could join the family and have my own official stocking.

Anyway, I remember my mom working on that stocking every night while watching tv from Thanksgiving until Christmas. As the holiday got closer, later she stayed up at night trying to finish it. That year (1987 to be exact), I remember her working on that stocking every where we went during Christmas.

Finally, the night of Christmas day, just before Santa was scheduled to visit our house, my panic began to set in. My stocking still was not finished! I would be the only person without a stocking hung for Santa to fill. I can remember returning home late after celebrating at my grandparent’s house and my mom immediately going to work on my stocking. She promised me it would be finished before the morning and Santa would find something hung on the fireplace with my name on it. I wonder if she was thinking it was time for a midnight Walmart run. I was so worried it would not be finished on time.

But sure enough, when I woke up the next morning I found my finished stocking hung on the fireplace and filled to the brim with stocking stuffers. My mom finally finished. I have no idea how late she stayed up that night, but gosh darn it, I had my stocking.

Yeah, that’s me. 1987 in all its glory. The Dorothy Hamill look was very big back then.

Even though my stocking has now been replaced with something less Bambi and more adult, my mom still has good old Bambi in a keepsake tub. Here it is today, still in great condition, seeing as how it was only retired about two years ago.

I will always cherish my homemade stocking and the painstaking work my mom put in trying to get it finished on time!

Have you shared your favorite Christmas memory with Sohobutterfly? You better hurry! The contest ends today.

And speaking of contests, See Sherm Blog is hosting a guess the sex of the baby contest. Be sure to enter for some super cute prizes!

You still have until Wednesday to enter my get free stuff for leaving a comment contest. Good luck!