EVOLUTION OF THE STOCKING
TIME was when the Christmas stocking
Was knit from the homespun yarn,
With here and there a picked-up stitch,
And here and there a darn.
And the things that went in the stocking
In that beautiful long-age
Were mother's cookies and doughnuts—
And a dime far down in the toe!
Was knit from the homespun yarn,
With here and there a picked-up stitch,
And here and there a darn.
And the things that went in the stocking
In that beautiful long-age
Were mother's cookies and doughnuts—
And a dime far down in the toe!
In time the stocking was cotton
Straight from the factory's loom,
And 'twas long and lank and hungry
As it hung in the Christmas gloom.
But Santa plumped it with presents,
Coming far from the land of snow,
Store candy and wonderful goodies—
And a quarter down in the toe!
Straight from the factory's loom,
And 'twas long and lank and hungry
As it hung in the Christmas gloom.
But Santa plumped it with presents,
Coming far from the land of snow,
Store candy and wonderful goodies—
And a quarter down in the toe!
But now the stocking is silken,
Flimsy and soft and svelt,
Too dainty for clumsy gew-gaws
Or home-made compliment.
It hangs by the mistletoed mantel
'Mid the holly's scarlet glow
Brimming with costly tokens—
And a big check down in the toe!
Flimsy and soft and svelt,
Too dainty for clumsy gew-gaws
Or home-made compliment.
It hangs by the mistletoed mantel
'Mid the holly's scarlet glow
Brimming with costly tokens—
And a big check down in the toe!