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The Stockings Were Hung

Posted on: November 28th, 2019 by Tristan Evans

Written by Cari Moore – Coordinator of Volunteers and Administration When I was a little girl – our favorite thing to do on Christmas morning was to open our stockings. They were the only things we could open before my parents were up. Getting up before them was very rare as my mother was always … Read the full article >>