i remember hanging my christmas sock at my door when i was little. without fail, there would always be a present in it the next day. some years i'd put in a christmas wish, as in what gift i would like to receive. some years i wouldn't. of course i didn't have my wish come true, but it was always nice to have a little present in it.. at least santa didn't forget me.

i don't have that christmas sock anymore, especially after i realized my parents were the real santas. but i still love the feel of december.. somehow..

i've wonderful parents.. they kept my fairy tales alive..