I woke up early this morning and for some reason I was having memories of Christmases when my children were little. Every Christmas I hung a different colored stocking, one for each child, on the mantle, and filled them with "goodies". I can still visualize my middle child (who loves chocolate) sitting on his father's lap with the stocking contents spilled onto his lap, but all he wanted was the chocolate bar -which he promptly began eating smearing chocolate all over the place.
Sometimes sketches "speak to me" and this one with Unscripted Sketches here said "The stockings were hung by the chimney with care...."