The stockings were hung by the chimney, er, kitchen hutch with care...
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon to be there (or here, I can't ever remember and refuse to google it for accuracy)
Something about packages wrapped lovely with brown craft paper.
And friends come over so moms and dads can have a glass of wine and we can watch Mickey Mouse (underneath the Christmas rosemary bushes)
Almost dead, but still twinkling well.
From our 1056 square foot apartment to your home, Merry Christmas! (or, as I like to say, CAGLE CHRISTMAS! but, if you did not know me when I was a Merry, you might not get it.)