
The story is so sweet, I am having a hard time being snarky, darn it.
Spinster sisters, crocheting away. I see rocking chairs and cats.
I consider this a my-parents moment because if the spinster lady makes it, you kinda gotta wear it! (I am fond of the constrasting colors of these vests so as not to match too precisely. Nice.)
That brother is a lucky boy--simple red sweater vest. Phew. No wonder he's grinning instead of grimacing! (But why is Santa gripping his arms so tightly?)
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