My Take by Michael Boriero


My family on my mother’s side has this longstanding holiday tradition of handing out giant stockings filled to the brim with what always seems like expired candy and completely random Dollarama items like a deck of cards, a flashlight pen or a money clip.

My grandmother puts them together every year. I swear at this point I own too many keychains to even count. And the stocking candy is usually obscure Italian treats no one has ever heard of, butterscotch drops, or just loaded with packs of excel gum.

The funny thing is that while we all laugh at the absurd items we pull out of the stockings, it’s always something I look forward to at the end of the night. And even though we won’t all be together this year, I have no doubt that she’ll find a way to get us our stockings.

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