Nanny Stockings

You'd think that by now I'd be done with all the Christmas photos and information. Naw, I travel way slower than the three kings.

Nanny doesn't join us for present opening anymore since she's lost her mobility and her language. Right up until those losses, though, she did stockings...at least for the kids.

Now, Nanny's idea of a Christmas stocking was very specific but not the sort of thing you'd see in a Tasha Tudor drawing. She always bought more than would fit in anyone's stocking but she wanted you to be able to open it, too, so she'd stuff all your loot in a garbage bag, tie it tighter than a virgin's cunt and slap your stocking on top of it near the tree. Inside there was always underwear. L says, "I didn't buy a pair of underwear until I was 35!" Usually also deodorant, toothbrush and/or toothpaste, some holiday themed chocolate and a host of other knick knacks and gadgets for "easier" living.

It's been years since anyone has had a "Nanny Stocking" so C&D decided that we needed them. This photo was of the moment of distribution. Even the hardened teenager is eagerly anticipating the haul. If I remember correctly he and Nanny had a deal about boxer shorts, they needed to be plaid. You can't believe all the stuff that was in there. Underwear (natch), toothpaste and a battery powered toothbrush, a mug, a frisbee, a backpack, a tote bag, a key ring, an arm band cell phone holder for running, a thingee to hold your sunglasses in the car, candy, a hat, dental floss in a novelty dispenser and I'm only scratching the surface here. It was glorious and it turned us all into kids again, if only for a few minutes.