No stockings, but Santa's hat is hung by the chimney with care, hoping to dry out in time for the overnight deliveries.
And by the way, notice that the glass in the Dickenson is nice and clear - for a nominal price I replaced the old one. It had become a little cloudy and frosted over the decades, I assume by the reaction between ash, glass and high temperatures.
Merry Christmas to all! May visions of AIS transponders, chart plotters and new sails dance in your heads!