Rudolph
My nose
Isn’t your average nose
It’s taken me a while
To embrace it
There is no rulebook
For what to do with such a nose
And most people don’t “get it”
But that’s ok
My people see me
For all that I am
My best days include:
Christmas songs
My life’s mission:
To hold your desires
The story of why: My mother’s stocking said “Mom” and my father’s said “Dad”. When they separated, I noticed she didn’t put up her stocking so I asked why. She confessed it was because her stocking said “Mom” and there was no “Dad” next to it anymore. I decided to make this stocking for her that year with her name on it. She cried when I gave it to her.
The story of how: I made it using soft felt-like fabric on the outside with a velvety fabric inside and white fuzzy trim. The white snowflakes were stitched using white thread. It was entirely sewn by hand.
Christina,
What a lovely story and a beautiful hand made gift!
Were you talking about Rudolph’s nose or yours? I hope Rudolph’s; you have a beautiful nose!
Thanks, Alison!
I write each story from the perspective of the creation. But, as with all art, it comes from within so there will be crossovers. Though not quite as literal as having a bright red nose :)