Miracles of modern science

It was a month ago that I had my ganglion cyst removed and today I'm doing great with pretty much full range of motion, hanging up the enormous wreath on the front of the house.

Here is my Christmas tree of stockings. Guess who has the Vikings stocking? Hot Rod wanted it, but I told him that one is dad's. So, he chose the snowman. Pickle selected the Rudolph stocking. Little Bit gets Tigger and I'll take the Santa one, not that I ever get anything in my stocking. I wonder if Santa is trying to tell me something by getting nothing in my stocking each year. Hmm. The penguin at the top of the stocking tree has been one of my stockings since I was in high school.