It's almost 3am. The embroidery is done, but they are not stockings. We exchange gifts tomorrow, but I'll be working all day. I've decided they won't be stockings until Christmas Day. I tried, but I need these next 4 hours of sleep. My scissors are elsewhere, and I don't have the right thread colors anyway. I hit my goal, and I didn't hit my goal. I'm done. They're not done, but I'm done. I accept that, and goodnizzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. 'olo'[8y7t.yyjumedgcyyyyyyyt

(pictures coming ....eventually)