05.02.2012 / 18.17 pm
 
by Eugene Field
Rating: 3.73
Votes: 37
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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