31.07.2010 / 18.27 pm
 
by Eugene Field
Rating: 3.58
Votes: 24
I'd like a stocking made for a giant,
And a meeting house full of toys,
Then I'd go out in a happy hunt
For the poor little girls and boys;
Up the street and down the street,
And across and over the town,
I'd search and find them everyone,
Before the sun went down.

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