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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