For years, growing up my family did not do Christmas stockings until one year my brother, sister, and I asked if we could. Mom bought one fuzzy red stocking and told us it was for Jesus. For every day leading up to Christmas we were to do something for Jesus, write it on a slip of paper and put it in the stocking. On Christmas morning we emptied the stocking and read all the slips of paper aloud. My Mom explained these acts of kindness were gifts to Jesus because He lived in our hearts and we are His hands and feet. By serving others we were honoring Him.