When I was a kid, many years ago (I do mean many) we couldn’t
hang up stockings because our fireplace was a working one and any “stocking
hung by the chimney with care” would have burned up. So, we would get one of our socks and use one
of my baby brother’s diaper pins to pin the sock onto the back of the cloth
couch. I never could figure out how
Santa knew which sock belonged to which boy.
On one particular Christmas morning, us boys jumped out of bed and
hurried into the living room to see what Santa Claus had brought us. I discovered that my brother had used a
clever trick. He had cut the toe out of
his sock and had put one of mother’s huge mixing bowls under the open toe
hoping to get more stuff. But of course,
Santa knew better and didn’t fall for Phillip’s trick. I was surprised that Phil didn’t get a lump
of coal for trying to be greedy. I
supposed that Santa took it as a joke and let Phillip slide by.
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