Hang up the Baby’s Stocking

Hang up the baby’s stocking: Be sure you don’t forget; The dear little dimpled darling! She ne’er saw Christmas yet; But I’ve told her all about it, And she opened her big blue eyes; And I’m sure she understood it— She looked so funny and wise. Dear! what a tiny stocking! It doesn’t take much to hold Such little pink toes as baby’s Away from the frost and cold; But then for the baby’s Christmas It will never do at all; Why, Santa wouldn’t be looking For anything half so small. I know what will do for the baby. I’ve thought of the very best plan: I’ll borrow a stocking of grandma, The longest that ever I can; And you’ll hang it by mine, dear mother, Right here in the corner, so! And write a letter to Santa, And fasten it on the toe. Write, “This is the baby’s stocking That hangs in the corner here; You never have seen her, Santa, For she only came this year; But she’s just the blessedest baby! And now before you go, Just cram her stocking with goodies, From the top clean down to the toe.”