It's Christmas Eve Everyone!    Santa will be coming to our home tonight.    I can't send you a picture of our stockings because they are not yet hung in a position for me to be able to find them.   I know they are in the house somewhere, but my Mom says I am too much of a snoop-sister to put out anything that involves gifts.    After I go to sleep tonight, I think my Stocking will come out of hiding and be waiting for me in the morning.

I actually like the stocking part more than any other of our Christmas Day festivities.   Well, the turkey, but that is a given.

I do have some sadness to report, with regard to the whole Stocking Issue, however.    My friend, Niles Phineas, has some real trouble in his home with regard to this.   It appears that the parents of my friend (and this would be Bev and Don), think that hanging up stockings early is some sort of decorative thing and so poor Niles has been able to see his Stocking for several weeks now, but no one will let him have it.

I have proof.   This is the photo graph that Niles sent to me.  

Is this not the height of cruelty?     Poor Niles, has been sitting under this mantel for weeks begging someone to let him have his new toy.     Normally, Niles is much smarter and I would have thought he would have given it up by now and just moved out of the house.     I'm assuming that there are more items in the bottom of the stocking and that Niles knows from prior years experience that it is worth waiting around to get his paws on the entire thing on Christmas Morning. 

I don't know which is worse.     Seeing your stocking hung in plain sight for weeks ahead of the big day, or having to go to sleep on Christmas Eve hoping and praying that your Mom can remember where she put it last year and that somehow, it will magically appear on Christmas Morning, stuffed to the brim.

By the way, Niles.      I already have that toy.    It's o.k. but not worth a three week wait.
Love,
Daisy