The Three Little Bears

Sorry folks. This story has nothing to do with Goldie Locks. This is about Vash's first swing. His baby swing. It was roundish, with blue and brown checks. The mobile had three tiny bears on it. Vash LOVED those bears. He would watch them go 'round and 'round. Smiling, babbling. Heck, not even babbling. Craig and I swear he was having full on conversations with those bears. (Any one who knows Vash knows he's a big talker. Even if you can't understand what he's saying.) So we decided to name them. Barry, Bernard, and Bernadette. Or maybe it was Beary, Bearnard, and Bearnadette. I can't remember for sure. I only know that he loved those bears and we were sorry to give up that swing when we moved. I think he missed them. The bears. But that's why I made him the Christmas stocking that I did. It's a blue stocking, with snowy hills and sequins all over. The best part, and the main point of the stocking, is a sled with three tiny bears riding down the hills.