Five - no, make that SIX - lovely stockings, embroidered with the names of all the children (and our dog, of course!), stuffed with chocolate and other goodies.
I think Hannah was the most excited. She jumped up and down, exclaiming, "It's a Christmas MIRACLE!" Well, not quite, sweetie, but it was wonderful, wasn't it?
We were all stumped until my trivia-filled brain happened to dredge up the fact that Sunday Dec. 6 is the Feast of Saint Nicholas - you know, Santa Claus? Turns out, that the real Nicholas was a bishop of the early church, and made a practice of dropping coins in the stockings of the poor in his neighborhood. It's a bit more involved than that, but you get the picture. . . .
How lovely to experience such a blessing. So to whoever our mystery "Saint Nicholas" is. . . .