NO stockings, this Christmas Eve, by the chimney are hung.
NO holiday music plays in our home; NO carols are sung.
NO wreath’s on our front door to make our home look so dandy.
I WON'T go to a midnight church service, where as a kid I got candy.
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No Stockings are Hung is one of my new favorites although if I could I would rename it to the Grinch who couldn't steal Bri Edward's Christmas and my heart did grow three times when I read it. Brilliant poem.10 ++
yeah, we get frosts here but i've only seen snow a few times.....on the distant hillsides. : (
Bri, You've got your loving wife and it is more than enough.