|Joy, joy, joy, joy, joy.|
Would you believe I knit them myself? No. No one would believe that. The truth is, I got them at Target. They were probably knit by a Chinese machine, run by an Indonesian toddler who got paid 25 cents this year for the trouble. You know, I think Hubband might be right. I can suck the joy out of anything. Even these lovely Christmas stockings.
Nope. He's wrong. Indonesians toddlers aside, they still make me happy. Joy, joy, joy. Times five.