Five stockings.
He looked at his mantle, nodded. One gold sequined. Two cowboy boots. Two, tiny pink stockings with soft fuzzy tops, baby dolls peeking out of the tops.
Five stockings all filled to bursting.
Five.
Packer chuckled. Not bad, not bad at all.
***
Short and sweet.
Merry Christmas Eve eve, y'all.
Much love,
BA
3 comments:
AWWWWWWWW :D
This was really sweet...now I really have to read this one! thanks for sharing and happy holidays!
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And the stockings were hung by the chimney with care. :)
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