In the beloved poem, "Twas the Night Before Christmas," Clement Clarke Moore states, "The stockings were hung by the chimney with care." I doubt if anyone could have imagined that saguaro cacti would be holding red felt stockings to await Santa's arrival in Tucson!
I'm a transplanted New Yorker who loves the Tucson climate. On New Year's Day I have a bit of fun calling my (snowbound) east coast friends to announce that I'm drinking coffee while sitting on my patio. (: