The Stockings Are Hung, 2021

The Stockings Are Hung

The stockings are hung,
the carols are being sung.
My heart is filled with joy,
along with every girl and boy.
It’s really hard to go to sleep,
you want to go and take a peep.
And, when you’re finally in bed,
visions of Santa dance in your head.

Your stockings are overflowing,
everyone’s face is glowing.
You must open family presents first,
you’re so excited you just might burst.
Then Santa’s are the next to go,
you tear off the wrapping and the bow.
You rip them open one by one,
seeing toy after toy, each filled with fun.

Once your thank-yous have been said,
you are definitely ready for bed.
You tell everyone good-night,
and your heart becomes light.
And while in bed,
the day dances in your head.
You thank the Lord for today,
while you slowly drift away.
~ Author Unknown ~