Hang up the baby's stocking! Be
sure you don't forget! The dear
little dimpled darling, she never
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's,
the longest that ever
I can. And you'll
hang it by mine,
dear mother, right
here in the corner,
so! And leave a
letter to Santa, and
fasten it on to 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 blessed'st
baby. And now
before you go,
just cram her
stocking with
goodies, from
the top clean
down to
the
toe!
