embroidery letters. I would sit in the middle of my parents while my dad would
read me this story...off to bed and wait for Santa. I remember getting a Winnie The Pooh bigger than I was...I also remember the year with the Barbie Condo...I awoke...what WAS ALL that noise...more like bad language....oh no, my Dad....Santa won't come until EVERYONE is asleep...or so I thought...I heard him tell my Mom that he just could not get the *##* thing together....I went back to bed....awoke in the morning and was told Santa was RUSHED and needed help from my Dad. My Mom also said that Santa would not ask my Dad for help again...LOL.
So for the last 50 Christmas' these stockings have been a part of my tradition. It just would not be Christmas without them and the little wooden angels.
Have a Blessed Day, I am headed out into the crowds...wooohooo!!!!