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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."


THE NEWEST THING IN CHRISTMAS CAROLS

ANONYMOUS

God rest you, merry gentlemen!
     May nothing you dismay;
Not even the dyspeptic plats
     Through which you’ll eat your way;
Nor yet the heavy Christmas bills
     The season bids you pay;
No, nor the ever tiresome need
     Of being to order gay;

Nor yet the shocking cold you’ll catch
     If fog and slush hold sway;
Nor yet the tumbles you must bear
     If frost should win the day;
Nor sleepless nights—they’re sure to come—
     When "waits" attune their lay;