The stockings were hung with great care…in this chair.
Because the magnetic hooks over the fireplace won’t hold their weight. Let’s see how many toys are left in the fur bbs stockings when we get up - they have a habit of getting into their stockings without permission. Oh, children. ♀️. Niblings presents are handed out, Dad’s & Bestie. It’s just Sistas & FurBBs left under the tree. And now Santa & her elf, Pippin - who insisted on over-seeing the arranging & photos - are about to settle down for a long winter’s nap. Probably not sugarplums dancing in my head though…more like my regular dreams about tornados & that place I worked in high school. Idek.
