Christmas Stockings.

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care
in hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.

I can't tell you how long I have waited to be able to hang stockings on the mantle that read DAD, MOM, MASON! :) Each year our stockings were plain, red or green, fuzzy and dull.... now that our family has begun, we're able to each have our very own embroidered Christmas Stocking! We have one more snowflake waiting for a little brother or sister to join our family; maybe by Christmas in a couple of years. :)