Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house
not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care...
Yes, at one time, all the presents you were going to get would fit into your stocking...one sock. Too bad if you had small feet. And, too bad, they hadn't yet invented gift cards. I wish we could do it that way again.
*o*
RANDOM MUSINGS FROM THE TOP OF THE HILL
12/24/2015
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