"We did not have a Christmas tree until we were pretty grown up. Few people in the Cape did. The night before Christmas we each chose a special chair or stool in the living room over which we hung one of our long black stockings. Then we went to bed, leaving mother to be
Santa. We were awake a very long time, or so it seemed, but Christmas morning came early, about five o'clock, when we all got up. We had to wash up and eat some breakfast before we could have our gifts and then - what excitement! Mr. Frank Hutchins said he could hear us from his
house."
Frances Landry