We’ve moved from three down to two digits! Can you feel how we’re getting closer and closer to the holiday?
The weather up here in the North Pole is dipping low so I’m spending more and more time inside. That means I’m writing more poems. Here’s my latest about stockings.
Stocking is a word,
too big for your foot,
trimmed in gold,
hanging on the mantel,
waiting to be filled
by a fat jolly old man
you’ve never met
Yet each year,
once a year,
he delivers surprises
perfect for you.
This is a picture of the stocking pattern Mr. Saint Nick and I have been using for years. It’s not difficult to make. Just draw a foot pattern to your size and liking. I did it on an old paper grocery bag. Then I pinned gold rick-rack in the shape of the initial of the person’s name. Stitched it and some rick-rack at the top and then sewed the two pieces together with red thread–easy but sophisticated looking, don’t you agree.
May your stocking be filled by my dear husband with gifts you adore.
Next post I’ll share some other stocking ideas in case you’re inspired to make them.
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