Treasures in the Toe of my Stocking

by Melissa Finnegan

“Are you sure got everything out of your stocking?” my dad asked one Christmas morning.

I looked at him puzzled, I felt pretty sure I had. I saw no more lumps or bumps, the sure sign I had more goodies awaiting my eager little hand. “Yeah dad, I got everything.”

With pure innocence he said, “Maybe you should dig a little deeper and make sure.”

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