Fact: Legend has it, we hang stockings by the chimney with care thanks to a poor man who didn’t have enough money for his three daughters’ dowries. Generous old St. Nick dropped a bag of gold down their chimney one night after the girls had hung their freshly-washed stockings there to dry. That’s where the gold ended up, and the tradition stuck.
Mary, Paul, and Scout’s socks are ready.
Upstairs view of the new garden!
Around mid-afternoon, the dinner bell rang and Mary had fixed another super turkey sandwich. I know not what magic she puts into her creation but whatever it is, it makes the sandwich better than a T-Bone steak!
S-h-h-h-h The Chef is at work!
We were both not up to out usual 110% so we stopped doing chores and sat around the dining room table and watched Christmas movies. We talked to the kids and extended family via the bat-phone (commonly known as Alexa) before crashing early hoping the shake whatever we had going on.
