Christmas knitting all consuming my brain, I retreated to my haven. Footsteps on stairs followed by uncontrollable sobbing soon planted in my lap.
Elijah what happened?
muh, muh, my foooooot...
Arms encircle, tears ebb, tale of wrestling gone awry unfolds.
Wih,wih... will you make me some socks?
Um, sure baby I can do that.
Can you make them green and orange and blue???
Ummmm....hmmmmm...actually?
Getting up I walk to 'the stash', rummaging until I find it. The yarn. The yarn I bought 3 years ago on a trip to Portland. The yarn I spent way too much on, only to look at it upon my return and wonder what in the world would possess me to buy this yarn? This green and orange and blue sock yarn?? 3 years it sat and now tears have brought it forth. Call it what you will. I know this, this is True Christmas knitting.
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