The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, in hopes that Mom’s wrapping skills would magically improve this year
Picture this: a cozy living room bathed in the warm glow of holiday lights. The scent of pine fills the air as the fireplace crackles softly. Stockings, carefully chosen and brimming with excitement, dangle from the mantel. Yet, beneath the surface of festive anticipation, there’s a touch of humor in the air. In the spirit …