Christmas eve! It's Christmas eve! Supper's cleared away,— Seems as if I can't believe That to-day's to-day! —I don't see a thing, do you, We can hang a stockin' to? For a month or just about, Days would hardly stir, Though I crossed their places out On the calendar. —Pins or nails'll never stick In this hard old chimney brick. P'raps as soon as night's begun He'll come stealing in! My! It makes the shivers run Up and down my skin. —Mayn't I pound a nail up here In the woorwork, Mother dear? Daddy's sock'll never do,— Not a toy would fit. S'pose we let him stand his shoe Just in under it? —There! They're done. I'm sleepy, some. Bet to-morrow'll never come! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE AUDACIOUS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE WORD OF AN ENGINEER by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: ELIZABETH CHILDERS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS NICHARCHUS UPON PHIDON HIS DOCTOR by EZRA POUND |