Thursday, December 22, 2011
Christmas Past - The Purple Stocking
[Here is another past post. This one is December 2004. The full story was eventually published in A Scrapbook of Christmas Firsts.]
Sticking with the traditional, the colors I chose each year to decorate our home were always red and green. We had green and red stockings for each of our three boys thanks to my mother's new found interest in knitting Christmas stockings on her knitting machine. She was using the extra money she made selling them to pad the Christmas account she used for the grandkids.
When Cheryl and Don joined the family, it was time for two new stockings. Don still wasn't speaking well but nodded when Grandma pointed to green for his stocking. Cheryl, never one to lack decisiveness, blurted out her choice immediately. "Purple!"
"Mom," I pleaded, "you can't be serious. Not purple."
"Purple is what she wants. Purple is what she gets." It was spoken with the authority of a grandmother/mother.
For many years Cheryl's stocking was the centerpiece of our mantel hanging amidst all the greenery and fruit and, of course, the red and green stockings of the boys. I was writing an essay about our first Christmas one day and looking for a lesson in it all. It came as God's answers always do, quietly and with great impact.
Purple, Karen, is the color of royalty. Every year you hang that purple stocking, you celebrate the birth of a king.