Forgetful Fred Forgets his Christmas Stocking
Forgetful Fred and his wife, Sarah, had a very busy day. They were both very tired and they wanted to go to bed early.
“I think we are all ready for Christmas,” said Forgetful Fred.
“I think so too,” said Sarah, yawning, as she crawled into bed. “That sure was a busy Christmas Eve.”
“Yes,” said Forgetful Fred. “It sure was. For some reason, I do think we are forgetting something.”
Sarah went through her Christmas list in her head. She had Forgetful Fred’s gift wrapped under the tree. She had the turkey defrosting in the fridge. She had some cookies and a glass of milk set out for Santa. She couldn’t think of anything that they could be forgetting.
“I don’t think we are forgetting anything,” said Sarah.
Forgetful Fred gave Sarah a kiss goodnight and he was asleep within minutes. About an hour after he had fallen asleep, Forgetful Fred started to have a dream. He dreamt that he had forgotten to hang his stocking.
“Oh dear!” exclaimed Forgetful Fred, sitting straight up in bed. “That is what we forgot. We forgot to hang our stockings.”
Forgetful Fred looked at Sarah but she was sound asleep. He didn’t want to wake her so he went downstairs. He looked around for his Christmas stocking but he couldn’t find it. He noticed a pair of his work socks tucked into his shoes. He unrolled them and hung one of them on the mantle of the fireplace.
“It looks like Sarah forgot her stocking too,” said Forgetful Fred. “I will hang up my other sock for Sarah.”
Forgetful Fred went back upstairs to bed. Just as he was halfway up the stairs, he saw Santa Claus come down the chimney and walk into his living room. He saw Santa try to put some things into the socks that Forgetful Fred had just hung up. Then he saw Santa holding his nose and making a funny face.
“Oh no!” exclaimed Forgetful Fred. “Poor Santa. My socks stink.”
Forgetful Fred then saw Santa take a new pair of socks out his bag, fill them up and put them on the fireplace mantle.
Forgetful Fred told Sarah about it the next morning and she couldn’t believe that Forgetful Fred used a pair of dirty socks.
“Poor Santa,” said Sarah.
“Yes,” said Forgetful Fred. “The look on his poor face.”
“Guess from now on you won’t leave your dirty socks lying around,” said Sarah.
“No,” said Forgetful Fred. “Never!”
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