Christmas In a Stocking

I look up at the mantelpiece Where hang the Christmas stockings. Red, blue, green and yellow socks For Mom’s little darlings. I wonder what is held inside Each foot that is bulging? I sure hope they’re full of chocolates And some candy for grazing. I really love Christmas time And see those stockings in a row. I love to guess what’s in my one That’s hanging a bit below. It feels like something hard, But I know I shouldn’t touch. I’m just a child being tempted Whilst I’m waiting for my lunch. Is Christmas really in a stocking, Or is it beneath a Christmas tree? Where did Christmas come from? It’s a good idea for me! When my Mom says I’ve behaved, I get lots of presents under the tree. But the best of Christmas is in my stocking With special gifts of importance to me. Maureen LeFanue Christmas Stockieng Tribut