In Which I Try to Sell My Daughter’s Stocking

They don't make stockings like this anymore. Well, they do. In truth, a woman from the snowy mountains of Montana knit this stocking for me. It's crafted from fine acrylic yarn; harvested from the finest acrylic sheep. Their fleece is so soft and synthetic, they make Merino sheep seem subpar.


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