HANG up the baby's stocking; Be sure you don't forget -- The dear little dimpled darling! She ne'er saw Christmas yet; But I've told her all about it, And she opened her big blue eyes, And I'm sure she understood it, She looked so funny and wise. Dear! what a tiny stocking! It doesn't take much to hold Such little pink toes as baby's Away from the frost and cold. But then, for the baby's Christmas It will never do at all; Why, Santa wouldn't be looking For anything half so small. I know what will do for the baby, I've thought of the very best plan -- I'll borrow a stocking of grandma, The longest that ever I can; And you'll hang it by mine, dear mother, Right here in the corner, so! And write a letter to Santa, And fasten it on to the toe. Write, "This is the baby's stocking That hangs in the corner here; You never have seen her, Santa, For she only came this year; But she's just the blessedest baby -- And now, before you go, Just cram her stocking with goodies, From the top clean down to the toe." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A NEW EARTH by WILLIAM ARTHUR DUNKERLEY COMFORT [TO A YOUTH THAT HAD LOST HIS LOVE] by ROBERT HERRICK THE REVENGE OF HAMISH by SIDNEY LANIER THE BIRDS: THE WEDDING CHANT by ARISTOPHANES PAUPER PETE'S SONG by MATHILDE BLIND TWO POINTS OF VIEW: 2 by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB |