'Twas the Night Before Christmas

...when all through the house...
not a creature was stirring not even a mouse:
the stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
in hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.

What a wonderfully classic story written in 1823 by Clement Clarke Moore.  I loved reading it to my children so many years ago.  Settling in bed, reading this story and knowing their little imaginations were on overload!  

Back then, I loved to cross stitch.  My little piece of solace at the end of the day.  A couple of my favorite pieces I made were children's stockings.  

This belongs to Brittney (Britt), my oldest child.  She taught me to quilt, encouraged it ~ so I find it ironic that on the toe of this stocking is a quilt.  

I made this in 1987 when Britt was the ripe old age of one!

My son Taylor loves music.  He has several guitars and an amp the size of Cleveland in his room.  Again, his stocking is a reflection of his love for music and was made in 1991.

Each year these stocking come out of the box and become a little more special.  I don't know about you, but the years have flown by!  It can't possible be that long ago!  

Crazy yet ~ these stockings I made for my husband and myself...ugh...talk about 'artsy crafts sequin overkill'!  

Let's say these were made before we had children and leave it at that!

Rudolph's 'twice removed cousin' visited us the other day.  What a lovely surprise!  It always amazes me to see this in my backyard!

"HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT."