Someone's stocking is missing

Christmas at my Sister Dianne's is always a great time. There is something about the hum of conversation broken by bouts of laughter while a ball game plays in the background.
The girls women sit in the kitchen and talk while the men sit in the other room and watch tv and talk about well you know guy stuff.
We women actually talk about everything and if a guy comes into the kitchen we immediately talk about waxing or women's' topics you know something that encourages them to leave in a hurry. Then we laugh and go back to our original conversation.
This year baby Ava was the star and a bit tired out from family Christmas parties,
however she is beautiful. On my way out I saw the stockings and said "one is missing" That whole family said at the same time " Sam?" (this is the one I call Phoebe). She just smiled.
Family is special. I am so blessed.