(is it true what they say about the son of god?)

there were some cheeses left over from the the french dept. holiday potluck, so when it came time to come home, not wanting to waste good cheese, i threw them in my suitcase. as fortune would have it, i promptly forgot about them, and they sat in a plastic bag in my room throughout break, getting smellier (which, as cheeses go, isn't necessarily a bad thing). that is, until now...

as far as stockings go, my mother plays santa for my sister, my dad and me, so i took it upon myself to pull some stuff together for hers. it wasn't at all difficult to assemble small, inexpensive gifts for the stocking, as evidenced by her christmas list:

Hi guys, Here are some things I'd like for Christmas.
1. Clinique blush "new clover" is the color
2. Some sewing thread in a variety of colors, particularly I often use beige, tan, grey, black, navy and white, but I love all colors and use many different ones depending on the color of my purses (see coupon below)
3. A stitch ripper (see coupon below)
4. Any cool, unusual, larger buttons or beads, say from the Goodwill or an antique shop, that I can use for decorating the purses and for closing them. Whatever you do, don't spend a lot on them. I usually pay less than $1.50 even for the prettiest large beads or buttons
5. All-wool sweaters on sale at the Goodwill that I can cut up and make into a purse, Goodwills often have things on sale Tues, Wed and Thurs
That's all folks! OXOX

she wanted a cake server as well, so i put that in too. i asked my dad to pick up a bag of hershey's kisses with almonds, threw in an orange — done.

tonight, after much waiting for the parents to go to bed, i go get my mother's stocking and find that only mine is gone for filling, apparently she hadn't figured on her and dad's being filled as well. so i come back upstairs to fill hers and think of what to tell my dad. it mostly comes down to it not being a huge deal and teasing my mother about santa forgetting, but still, some kind of showing would be nice. that's when i remember the cheese.

i stuff it to the bottom of his stocking, throw in an orange — done.