I bristled. I had plans for our Christmas stockings. I wanted big flannel ones with snowmen and maybe blanket stitching. I had seen them in Target. They were cute. It felt intrusive to me to have my mother-in-law determine the Christmas stockings that we would hang up, if not forever, at least for a few years.
“I don’t want her to make stockings!” I said. “I have plans for our stockings!” I did not know what kind of stocking she would like. I shuddered at the idea of spending every Christmas resenting the fact that I had to hang up stockings that I hated just because she made them.
My husband is a very calm person. “It’s no big deal,” he said. “It will be fine. I will tell her that you’ve got other plans for the stockings.”rel='bookmark'>The Stories of Christmas