Today, I made it my mission to find those damn stockings. I knew they weren't in the crawl space because I HATE the crawl space. I knew they hadn't flown out of the house. I went through every box in the attic. Made a half-pot of coffee. Onto to check the guest room closet (which I had checked at least four times in the last week alone.)
High on a shelf was a box. It was labeled "stockings." I opened it and, lo and behold, there they were! Phew!!! Sigh and thank you!!!
I took the box downstairs to prepare to hang the stockings. Oh, one had some things inside of them. A Santa ornament. A cat ornament. And....
What the heck are those???
Look very carefully. They still had a bit a fragrance left.
Yes, those are oranges. Petrified oranges.