I always loved how there was always something partially sticking out of my stocking. Just giving me the slightest glimpse of the goodies. Our stockings would always be filled with the best stuff, until we reached the bottom. What would be in there you ask? A lump of coal? NO WAY! You know I was always a good girl. It was actually worse than that! It was an ORANGE! Can you believe it? Like I wanted fruit on Christmas? Give me candy, cookies, or rum, but not an orange! It was always such a let down as everything I would take out of the stocking would get better and better, and then it would end with the orange. EVERY YEAR! I eventually figured out that it was my parents great tactic of taking up space, and as much as I hated it, it is kind of smart.
Until last month I had always thought hat I was the one who had the evil orange giving parents…until I sent out a simple Christmas survey to my friends. One of the questions was:
10. Worst Christmas gift you ever received?
My answer: Oranges (in my stocking as a kid)
My good friend Maggie was nice enough to fill out the survey and send it back to me. All was normal, until I reached this question:
6. Favorite gift received as a child:
Her answer: I always loved my stocking. except for the orange in the toe EVERY YEAR!
COINCIDENCE? I DON’T THINK SO! Those Fortuna Co-op moms were totally pulling an orange scam on all of us young innocent kiddies! Admit it ladies!