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 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 blessedest baby!

And now, before you go,

Just cram her stocking with goodies,

From the top clean down to the toe.