And the stockings were hung by the chimney with care...
The last one~! Won't everyone be surprised!
[And with that, a boy (dressed this morning in a bright red cap with fuzzy white trim, and matching mittens) hangs a small, hand-knit stocking on the door of a train's dining car. Similar stockings hang on the doors of the cabins through camp -- or, in the case of cabins without doors, on windowsills, or for those without windows or doors, on a stick stuck in the ground near what should (probably) be the entrance. There are even ones for the camp's migrant hobo population, hung from tent poles or bodies curled up soundly in public buildings.
Each is filled with candies, and one handwritten note:
From your friend, Yuuto.]
Merry Christmas, Yuuto.
Ahh, it's cold, it's cold! Now, for breakfast!
((I will be here sporadically, pending family time! Feel free to abuse this for any morning anonymous (or not so anonymous) gift giving of your own ♥))
[And with that, a boy (dressed this morning in a bright red cap with fuzzy white trim, and matching mittens) hangs a small, hand-knit stocking on the door of a train's dining car. Similar stockings hang on the doors of the cabins through camp -- or, in the case of cabins without doors, on windowsills, or for those without windows or doors, on a stick stuck in the ground near what should (probably) be the entrance. There are even ones for the camp's migrant hobo population, hung from tent poles or bodies curled up soundly in public buildings.
Each is filled with candies, and one handwritten note:
From your friend, Yuuto.]
Merry Christmas, Yuuto.
Ahh, it's cold, it's cold! Now, for breakfast!
((I will be here sporadically, pending family time! Feel free to abuse this for any morning anonymous (or not so anonymous) gift giving of your own ♥))