A fifteen-foot rail with thirty pegs for Christmas stockings.
At first there were five stockings—for five children. Then the five made Mom and Dad stockings to match, but white-footed. And then some weddings—more white-footed stockings. Then grandbabies. Came the original peg-rail.
Came the divorces, away with some stockings. But then came new partners. Up with new stockings. Came the steps and the halfs. Came the great-grands and recycled stockings. New names stitched over. Came the grace-filled head-nod, the ever-welcome. Comes a longer peg-railing. Stays the varied blessings.