In my family, we’re very big on stockings at Christmas. Far from being just an appetizer, in my parents’ house, the stockings are the main event. Truthfully, I could take or leave the stuff under the tree (but don’t tell them that). All year long my Mum picks up little things she thinks we’ll like, and on Christmas morning the result is an eclectic selection of goodies, ranging from the practical to the indulgent. Read more…