The other evening I was checking my emails. My Dad had sent me some pictures of their home and their Christmas decorations. The photos were lovely. But I noticed something just not right. He had sent me a mantel shot with his stocking, my mom's stocking, and my little sister's stocking (Who by the way is not little any more but she will forever be called my little sister). I go home every year with my family and we have left our stockings there so we too can be visited by Santa. But where were our stockings. The mantel was surely missing about 5 more stocking. I thought for a moment that maybe it had just been forgotten. So, in response to my father's email I sent him a reply. I asked kindly where my family's stockings were. Maybe possible they were overlooked or forgotten. I then asked if our stockings could be hung with care too. In response to my email, my dearest Dad gave me this sweet reply.
There they are!! All of our stockings. They do look like they were hung with care. At least Santa will not have to squeeze himself down the chimney to get to our stockings. I know Big Cowpoke will be excited to have his outside in the snow, but I am not so sure how well I will fare in the weather at 7 am in the morning. So, ha ha ha Dad. I am still laughing, but please can we have our stockings inside the house?