We adopted a less STUFFed stocking tradition a few years ago while paying off student loans. I’m stoked about it this year, especially since it’s been a year of growth for us.
Along with a couple little consumable gifts, we stuff our stockings with mushy little notes to each other. We recount the trials we experienced, how much we love each other, ways we’ve seen God move, and funny memories from the year that we’ll want to remember down the road.
So, while my husband’s out running Christmas errands this evening, I’ll sit down with a cup of tea, my photos from the year, my journal and bible, and a big stack of note cards and write to my husband.
I’m looking forward to another, less-cluttered Christmas morning filled with laughter and some happy tears.