I already knew what was in the stocking.
It was something I'd been wanting for an awfully long time.
She was full of surprises, so I didn't figure it would spoil my enjoyment of Christmas too much if I unwrapped just this one thing a little bit early.
She had a different idea. "Christmas isn't until tomorrow," she said. "Besides, I gotta run."
If she did, I couldn't find it. As far as I was concerned, this was the most perfect Christmas stocking I'd ever seen.
ShoeStories™ by Claudia Lynch