The tree is up. Stockings are hung by the archway with care. We're short two stockings -- Matt and Mark weren't in the family the last time we hung a full set of stockings. That will be remedied next time we go to town. My favorite, though, is what Pat did with the piano. His stocking is the Happy Face. Mine plays Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer.
The Happy Face so fits Pat. George was the Love of my life, but Pat is my Joy. How can I be so lucky to have married both Love and Joy?
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