A Short Christmas Story

So, apparently my mom was having a hard time finding the "perfect" stocking for me. She grew up with this stocking that she absolutely hated at the time. It was little red knickers with lace on the legs. Very girly. Of course, now she thinks it's totally adorable. Anyway, she was out one day having lunch with her mom and unfortunately for me, she spotted her stocking's twin and it's mate. Check out my new stocking. I'll probably grow up hating it as much as my mom hated hers. For some reason, she thinks that is just the way it should be.