Hang up the baby's stocking:
Be sure you don't forget:
The dear little dimpled darling
Has never seen Christmas yet.
But I told him all about it,
And he opened his big blue eyes;
I'm sure he understood it,
He looked so funny and wise.
Ah, what a tiny stocking;
It doesn't take so much to hold
Such little toes as baby's
Safe from the frost and cold.
But then, for the baby's Christmas
It never will do at all;
For Santa Claus wouldn't be looking
For anything half so small.
I know what will do for baby;
I've thought of a first-rate plan;
I'll borrow a stocking of grandma--
The longest that I ever can.
And you shall hang it by mine, mother,
Right here in the corner--so;
And write a letter for baby.
And fasten it on the toe.
"Old Santa Claus, this is a stocking
Hung up for our baby dear;
You never have seen our darling,
He has not been with us a year,
"But he is a beautiful baby;
And now, before you go,
Please cram this stocking with presents,
From the top of it down to the toe.
"Put in a baby's rattle,
Also a coral ring,
A bright new ribbon for his waist;
Some beads hung on a string
"And mind a coloured ball please,
And a tiny pair of shoes;
You'll see from this little stocking,
The size you have to choose."