In a harried (AH! Play on words, yuck it up) effort to complete my Christmas shopping I remembered that not only does Harry not really understand what Christmas is, he doesn't have a stocking for Santa to fill on Christmas Eve! This dawned on me as I passed by a section of stockings in the bustling, loud, and frightening South Philly Walmart. For 98 cents and a 20 minute wait in line, Harry had a new stocking ready to be hung. The only problem was that Santa wouldn't know whose presents to fill it with.
I intended to solve this problem by artfully sewing Harry's name onto his stocking, in the motherly fashion that my mother did for me. In the essence of time, I defaulted to puffy paint. In simple terms...
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In only seven short days, Harry's stocking will be bursting with all kinds of goodies. His stocking hangs right over his bed and I'm obviously waiting for the perfect moment to capture him laying down looking up at his stocking in a Christmas sweater hoping for Santa to come give him bones...but in the meantime I got this one:
Along with teaching Harry how to be good so Santa will give him presents, this week I'm hoping to provide some great gift ideas, and a cookie recipe or two, so stay tuned to keep up with Harry and the holidays!
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