the stockings

This is a postscript to the last entry.  Moms will relate:

I forgot our family stockings at home.  At least I remembered to bring the food.  And the children.

” ‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house

Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;

The stockings (bootliners and potholders) were hung by the chimney with care,

In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there…”

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