Twas two nights before Christmas, and all through the apartment house, all the creatures were stirring, even my kinda-sorta-spouse.
The stockings were hung... err, placed... by the tree with care... (except my stocking didn't arrive in the mail until the day after, thanks Vistaprint! so we used one of my REAL stockings...) in hopes that Mr. Bradley would soon be there.
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