Christmas Stocking
**
When I was little
there my stocking would hang full
of presents for me.
Santa again made me proud.
Dig until my arm was gone.
**
Mom and dad would
take pictures of us as we’d
open up our stuff.
Wrapping paper everywhere.
Christmas wasn't the same.
**
Mom wasn't around
no stockings hung full for us.
No one was smiling
and no gifts under the tree,
always have my memories.
Christmas stocking contest
Cory long
Nov. 6, 2011
Copyright © Cory Long | Year Posted 2011
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