Day #9: Stockings

Lincoln hung up his stocking in its usual spot above the fireplace, squished between Lucy's and Lynn's.

Though it was still a long while before Christmas, he was already dreaming of all the candies and treats that would fill it to the brim on that special day.

Maybe he'd even get that new game he'd had his eye on. Or a nice, freshly-minted stack of Ace Savvy comic books! Or maybe...

Lincoln was stopped dead in his gilded tracks as a fluffy blonde head poked its way out of his stocking.

"Poo-Poo!"

Maybe he already had everything he really needed.