I love every one of them, but even more, I love the students who gave them to me.
Some of the mugs are decades old.
Others like these are fresh and new.
Regardless of how long I have had a certain mug, each time I fill it, my thoughts go to the student who gave it to me. I remember the student in my classroom, and as the mug gets older, I think of the adults they have become. December is filled with so many mugs that bring so many memories, but eventually the month must end.
So for now Christmas is packed away for another eleven months, and it's back to my regular mugs--until next December!