It's true, they were. For the first time in our marriage I got to hang our stockings from a chimney with care. I love having a fireplace. I never really thought much of having a fireplace here in the desert. My parents have one and they have never lit it once in 21 years. So I always thought they were kind of pointless. But, we have used ours a lot this month and I am hooked. I love how watching a log burns makes me feel so peaceful. I love how my kids run to it after their showers so they can warm up. I love how my stockings look hanging from it. I love how Ella goes up to the fire and tries to blow it out. I love how excited Quinn gets every time we tell him we are going to light a fire and he runs out to the garage to carry in the heavy log. And I love the handful of memories I now have from this ol' fireplace. Cheesy but true.