There are three little creatures that find their way Into a Christmas stocking, And they spoil the whole of Christmas Day In a manner very shocking. Those pesky creatures have no wings, Nor body, nor soul, indeed; And these are the names of the dreadful things, -- Self, and Thankless, and Greed. They often crawl, as well I know, In the Christmas stocking to spite you, And if you leave them in heel or toe, Ah, how they will sting and bite you! Choose a hole-y stocking, if you would expel These things without body or soul; Then ram in your fist, and shake it well, And drive them out through the hole! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ST. FRANCIS EINSTEIN OF THE DAFFODILS (FIRST VERSION) by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS GOOD AND BAD LUCK by HEINRICH HEINE STILL, STILL WITH THEE by HARRIET BEECHER STOWE ESTRANGEMENT by WILLIAM WATSON SONNET WRITTEN IN THE FALL OF 1914: 3 by GEORGE EDWARD WOODBERRY SONNET WRITTEN IN THE FALL OF 1914: 4 by GEORGE EDWARD WOODBERRY FOR LACK OF GOLD by ADAM AUSTIN NEVERNESS, OR THE ONE SHIP BEACHED ON ONE FAR DISTANT SHORE by MARGARET AVISON |