THE LITTLE STOCKINGS.[HUNG UP FOR GIFTS ON CHRISTMAS EVE.]
He will see sweet stockings, cunning and new,
Warm in scarlet, and dainty in white—
Stockings that never have crept in a shoe—
Waiting his morning's enchanted light.
Warm in scarlet, and dainty in white—
Stockings that never have crept in a shoe—
Waiting his morning's enchanted light.
And other glad stockings, that he should know—
Grown larger, perhaps, than they were last year!—
In many a pretty, half-sleepy row
They wonder, no doubt, if he is near!
Grown larger, perhaps, than they were last year!—
In many a pretty, half-sleepy row
They wonder, no doubt, if he is near!
This Saint of the children, who loves them so,
Fairily filling each precious space,
Will touch clear dreams with his kiss—and go
With tears, I think, in his tender face.
Fairily filling each precious space,
Will touch clear dreams with his kiss—and go
With tears, I think, in his tender face.
Ah, spite of his furs, he will shiver, I fear,
At the thought of some stockings, bright and small,
Whose curious looks are no longer here,
Awake for him, by the lonesome wall!
At the thought of some stockings, bright and small,
Whose curious looks are no longer here,
Awake for him, by the lonesome wall!
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