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THE INVISIBLE STOCKING
Awake! awake!
The sleepy head and lazy eyelids scorning.
Now what is in your stocking, Bess,
To make a feast of happiness
On Christmas Day in the morning?
“A dolly in a scarlet dress,
A lamb with bleating when I press,
A box of sweets, a little purse,
A dozen china dogs from nurse,
And oranges and nuts and figs,
And two such darling silver pigs—
All these are in my stocking, Dad,
On Christmas Day in the morning!”
The sleepy head and lazy eyelids scorning.
Now what is in your stocking, Bess,
To make a feast of happiness
On Christmas Day in the morning?
“A dolly in a scarlet dress,
A lamb with bleating when I press,
A box of sweets, a little purse,
A dozen china dogs from nurse,
And oranges and nuts and figs,
And two such darling silver pigs—
All these are in my stocking, Dad,
On Christmas Day in the morning!”
Awake! awake!
The heavy head and lazy eyelids scorning.
Now what is in your stocking, Dick,
That looks as solid as a brick,
On Christmas Day in the morning?
“A scarlet humming-top, a stick
Of sugar-candy, long and thick,
A pair of skates, a bird to fly
For yards and yards along the sky,
A telescope, a knife from Jane,
A whistle on a silver chain—
All these are in my stocking, Dad,
On Christmas Day in the morning!”
The heavy head and lazy eyelids scorning.
Now what is in your stocking, Dick,
That looks as solid as a brick,
On Christmas Day in the morning?
“A scarlet humming-top, a stick
Of sugar-candy, long and thick,
A pair of skates, a bird to fly
For yards and yards along the sky,
A telescope, a knife from Jane,
A whistle on a silver chain—
All these are in my stocking, Dad,
On Christmas Day in the morning!”
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But, Children, learn
How angels filled with bounteous adorning
My unseen stocking (never knit
By mortal craft when lamps were lit)
On Christmas Day in the morning!
A lady bright and exquisite
About my heart and chair to flit,
A heap of smiles, a bunch of bliss,
A son and daughterling to kiss,
The proper prayers to sing and say,
And lots of love to warm the day—
All these were in my stocking packed
On Christmas Day in the morning!
How angels filled with bounteous adorning
My unseen stocking (never knit
By mortal craft when lamps were lit)
On Christmas Day in the morning!
A lady bright and exquisite
About my heart and chair to flit,
A heap of smiles, a bunch of bliss,
A son and daughterling to kiss,
The proper prayers to sing and say,
And lots of love to warm the day—
All these were in my stocking packed
On Christmas Day in the morning!
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