I love this time of year. Christmas shopping, spending time with family, cold weather, Christmas trees, and socks. The best part of Christmas morning? Opening the package from my mother in law with the brand new knit socks. There is nothing better than slipping on a fresh pair of hand made, brightly colored socks. I get excited just thinking about it.
Really, they are more then socks. I wear them all the time (I'm wearing a pair right now). They are soft and cozy and cute, but they are more than that. When I'm spending a long weekend away from my family working in Newport, I wear my socks (yes, I have more than one pair). When I'm exhausted and ready to collapse I often look at my socks and am reminded of my family. Warm, fuzzy feelings pop up when I look at my socks, especially at 3am after being awake for 20 hours. I love my socks.
P.S. Susan, if you are reading this....hint, hint, hint :)