Decades ago, my mother crocheted granny square Christmas stockings. I still have those cherished acrylic wonders and they hang on the mantle every year. As happens so often in many families, some of the stockings are now in the memorial category (the ones belonging to Jackie & Snowball who were Mama's grandpets). And, as happens so often in many families, we find ourselves needing a new stocking for a new family member.
Everything - all sixteen squares and the ends are now complete and tidy and ready for the final sewing.
Here is the thing about holidays that I sometimes forget. It takes a lot of time to make a loving hands/loving hearts family celebration.
And that, my friends, is a joyous and marvelous thing.