The Christmas Stocking
Children everywhere tonight
Are lay awake – the little imps,
They hide beneath the bedcovers
Hoping to catch a glimpse.
The minutes and the hours tick by
Their eyes heavy, they want to peep,
As exhaustion overtakes them
They drop off gently to sleep.
Young eyes burst open it’s still dark
Too dark to tell if he had been,
They see the stocking hanging there
The fattest contents ever seen!
Grabbing the stocking hastily
An apple rolls across the floor,
It seems like only seconds till
That apple’s no more than a core.
An orange is put to one side
For greater treasures lie within.
A yo-yo and a pair of gloves
And al ittle soldier made of tin.
Close to the bottom – Christmas nuts
Chocolate sweets to entice,
Two shiny brand-new pennies
And a pair of sugar mice.
They’ll gorge themselves until quite sick
From the best stocking ever had,
Now just one thing remains to do
To go and jump on mum and dad.