Tradition

We had our Christmas exchange today and neither of us had exceeded our budget.
Hubby had even bought Maggie a new ‘baby’ as in the Great Sort Out most of her toys had been disposed of and sadly the two favourites we’d kept have disappeared.
I anticipate we shall be finding Baby either tucked up in our bed or behind the cushions on one of the benches.

As for us, we have certain traditions.
It is tradition that Hubby gets a Chocolate Father Christmas, same as it’s tradition for me to have Ferrero Rocher (this year 2 packs of 4, one milk chocolate, the other white chocolate and coconut).
We ‘duplicated’ in the mugs department, mine having ‘Her Ladyship’ on it, and his simply a large blue and white one.
I also had a new ‘bag’ (read nightie/large tee shirt), and a beautiful red glitter rose which has been put in my vase of silk flowers that Hubby made for me in 1995.
He was pleased with his rigger gloves, small geometry set (last one seen before packing), a hand held sanding block (for those little jobs later), hand warmer, BIG Toblerone bar, and chocolate brazils.
As a kid, Mum and Dad would always put sugar mice in our stockings.
They appear to be making a comeback, though at a price, no longer being only a few pence.
I found a traditional sweet shop during our Dash, but sadly I’d run out of money so couldn’t buy him a pipe from yesteryear as well.