1. Kyle's Dyslexic Stocking - a red construction paper beaut with Kyle's initials spelled out in glitter: K.Z.No, not K.S.
K.Z.
2. My Wreath O' Beans from Girl Scouts - a medley of dried beans affixed to a cardboard circle covered in hot glue. Nothing says "Merry Christmas" quite like fiber.
3. Oma's Decapitated Snowmen Yarn Heads - cheerful, googly-eyed snowmen with felt stocking caps that appear to be oblivious to the rest of their missing limbs.
4. My *Vintage (*Old) Wise Man - a plastic, hollow, teardrop shaped ball that contains one Wise Man figure, a Pine tree and a Camel. I never bothered to question why there was a Pine tree in the middle of the desert or where his other two equally Wise companions were. The decoration took on a higher value when I saved it from the clammy hands of a strange Townie while at my local antique store.
5. The Glass Pickle - a pickle made of glass. According to German tradition, (which, I assume, uses a real pickle as opposed to a glass one) a pickle is hidden in the Christmas Tree. On Christmas morning, whoever spots the pickle first gets an extra present. I have yet to see either of my Parents follow through with this promise. Every time the pickle is found, we are lucky if we receive a pat on the back, let alone an additional gift. Maybe it's because the urgency is nonexistent. If the pickle was real, it would be problematic if it wasn't found. The smell of rotting dill would permeate the entire room, killing the mood. When someone found the pickle, it would be relief worthy of a reward. One less year without the risk of later finding a shriveled, blackened vegetable, one that could easily be mistaken for a frost-bitten thumb, nestled between the branches.
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