Our stockings are hung by the chimney with care, in hopes that Saint Nicholas - or another paunchy guy with toys - will soon be there.
On the far right of our mantle is my stocking, knitted by a dear family friend (Mrs. Audrey Chisholm) as a gift over 50 years ago. The stocking has aged much more gracefully than its beneficiary.
It looks brand new - red and green and white with a tree etched on the bottom, multi-colored sequins acting as Christmas lights. Toward the top is Rudolph, leading the sleigh, his nose adorned in red. In green lettering at the top is my name.
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