"Baby's First Christmas"

(Grandma Bloomer's poem for Dad)

Hang up the baby's stocking
be sure you don't forget
for the dear little dimpled darling
has never seen Christmas yet.
But I told him all about it
and he opened his big eyes
I'm sure he understood it
he looked so funny and wise.
Dear me what a tiny stocking
it doesn't take much to hold
such nice little toes as baby's
away from the winter cold.
I know what I'll do for baby
I've thought of a very good plan.
I'll borrow a stocking
from Grandma
the longest one ever I can
and hang it here by Daddy's
right on the very front row
and tell old Santa to fill it
from the top clear down to the toes.

-Mary Louise Bloomer

(If this poem was written for my Dad's first Christmas, then it would have been written sometime in 1935)