Christmas joy comes in stocking-sized packages
Snow is falling this morning in Indiana. It is as dark as dawn in my sun room where I hang all of the Christmas stockings. The one in the photo is the newest and fanciest that I’ve ever knit. It is for my grandson’s bride. It has lace, glass beads, satin ribbons and golden bells.


Merry Christmas, Cousin, love you. I am late as usual, your card and letter are in the mail.
Cousin Charlotte