Just as the moon was fading amid her misty rings, And every stocking was stuffed with childhood's precious things. Old Kriss Kringle looked round, and saw on the elm-tree bough, High-hung, an oriole's nest, silent and empty now. Quite like a stocking, he laughed, " pinned up there on the tree Little I thought the birds expected a present from me!" Then old Kriss Kringle, who loves a joke as well as the best. Dropped a handful of flakes in the oriole's empty nest. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BROWNING AT ASOLO by ROBERT UNDERWOOD JOHNSON TO THE MEMORY OF H-- M-- by BERNARD BARTON CARCASSONNE (SUGGESTED BY LORD DUNSANY'S STORY) by BERTON BRALEY END AND BEGINNING by AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR A DANCE FOR RAIN (AT COCHITI, NEW MEXICO) by WITTER BYNNER BY THE SEA-SHORE by JOHN WHITE CHADWICK |