Traditionally, stockings are magically reserved for the wee hours of Christmas morning in the Du Pont house. This would afford Brian's mom extra time to sleep when the kids were little. It has been Brian and my grown up pleasure to wake up before our boys, dump our stocking treasures and gorge ourselves on chocolate and treats. But last year, they beat us to it. With quiet little murmuring coming from the next room, we suddenly realized the little boys learned the fine art of sneaking the stockings! We are no longer alone!