As I sat this morning cleaning off my memory cards from Christmas I came across this one.
This is what we have instead of stockings full of stuff. As my father tells the story this is what his treat was as a child. My father grew up in Newhall West Virginia and is one of 13 kids. They each had a brown paper sack on christmas morning that had one apple, one orange, some walnuts, a candy cane and some sort of candy that they liked. My father has continued this tradition with us. He now just sets it on the table but the Memory is still there. We snack on this while we are waiting to open gifts and through out the holiday season.
I love that I have so many memories from my childhood that are still in effect today! Makes me truly blessed!