"A Stocking Adventure"

Once upon a time there was a stocking named Sox.  He was a lonely stocking living in a candy store.  Sox longed to be adopted and stuffed with presents.  It was Christmas Eve and he still hadn't found his family yet.  He was the last stocking on the shelf.  All his brothers and sisters were long gone to new homes.  Even the clerk who priced him had a frown on his face.  He marked Sox price down even lower.  All day people looked at Sox but no one adopted him.

As the clerk was turning off the lights of the store to go home he grabbed Sox and stuffed him in his coat pocket.  At last Sox had a family.  Or so he thought.  The wind was howling something fierce outside and as the clerk opened the door to his car, Sox fell to the snow below.  The clerk did not notice and got in the car and sped away. 

The wind carried Sox to the curb and then picked him up in the air.  Sox soared high in the sky.  He passed a family of 4 snow people and waved to them as he flew by.  Over a bridge and through the woods he flew, until he landed on a tree branch by a river.  Surely someone would find him lying there and take him home?  It was his wish, to be with a family and filled to the brim with stuffers by Christmas. 

As he lay on the branch, swaying with the wing, he saw a bus shelter.  A bus came and a bunch of people got off.  An elderly lady pushing a cart walked by the bush he was in and saw him hanging there.  She grabbed Sox and put him in her cart.  Was she going to be his new family? 

Sox tried to hang on as the woman tugged and pulled her cart along, but the snow was deep and the frail old woman couldn't keep the cart from falling.  Sox fell out the back and was stomped on by a gentleman that helped her with the cart.  She left him there under the man's foot and was out of sight in a few moments.  Sox was so sad.  Would he EVER find a home before Christmas?

The man stood up and walked away leaving Sox hidden on the ground under the snow.  He didn't know how long he lay there but soon Sox heard a noise.  Something was digging at his felt.  It was a dog!  "Stop that," Sox thought.   "You will ruin my fabric."  And as if the dog heard him, it stopped.  A little boy came rushing to the dog.  "What'dja find boy?"  He picked up Sox and shook off the excess snow and ran to his father yelling... "Look what I found dad!"  His father laid Sox in the car, by the heater vent, to dry off. 

In the car Sox was safe and warm.  The dog quit sniffing him and soon he was dry again.  Through the crystals on the windows he watched as the car passed fenced yards of snow.  Some animals were by the fences too.  Mostly birds and squirrels but every now and then he could spot smaller animals like chipmunks and mice.

His heart beat faster as his new home came in to view.  It was a splendid house and looked nice and homey.  All decked out for Christmas and a fresh new snow covered the house like a blanket.  A reindeer greeted him as he was carried up the path, and a big red bow hung on the door. 

Inside the house was a grand Christmas tree.  It had an angel on top with big feathery wings.  The house sparkled with the holiday.  Over the fireplace mantle hung a wreath with a pretty clown sitting on its stems.  Little lights twinkled all around it and a bright red bow hung on top of the wreath.  Sox new his place would be on the mantle but first he had to be stuffed with goodies from a candy store and maybe even some tiny toys. 

He looked around the room.  This family really liked angels for he found another sitting on a wreath with lights, on the table.  A little reindeer and Santa salt and pepper shaker set also decorated the table along with Christmas crackers and food.  There was food of all kinds but Sox's eyes rested on the best food of all… a snowman pastry puff.  Yum.... He hadn't realized how hungry he was.  He needed to be stuffed... and soon. 

He didn't have to wait long.  Within a few short moments he was stuffed to the brim with all sorts of goodies.  He was so happy he thought he would burst with joy.  The family lowered the lights, lite some candles, and started singing Christmas carols.  At long last Sox was carried to his rightful spot, and hung on a nail, on the mantle.  This was the best Christmas he could ask for.  It was a long time getting here but he finally had the home he had always wished for.  He could not ask for anything more.

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