Hung My Christmas Sock

Written by: Caryl Muzzey

Hung my Christmas sock
Darned neatly for the mantel
So Santa could leave
Nuts, fruit maybe peppermint 
Winter often harshly cold

Never wanted much
Just a big red tricycle
To ride my sister
Around on the long front porch
Red tricycle was missing

Dad quickly vanished
Had owner to open store 
On Christmas morning
Santa left it on front porch
Could not stuff into stocking

Copyright © 2011 By Caryl S. Muzzey