The Christmas Stockings
Children far too young to realize
That some things in life you should prize
We had no jobs and no takings
Bare were the Christmas stockings
Scrounging colourful material
Lace, chintz and chiffon ethereal
Ribbons included in the making
A show for the Christmas stockings
Balls of red and green and scrap yarn
Imaginary faces darn'
On beautiful princess and kings
Displayed in the Christmas stockings
Plywood and some leftover paint
Canopy bed fit for a saint
Pea under mattress, her liking
Endured for the Christmas stockings
A penguin made of black felt
A hobgoblin with a scarlet belt
‘Gold' jewellery box, flaking
Accepted for the Christmas stockings
Coconut ice cut into stars
Liquorice plaited into bars
Brownies and tarts kept me baking
Produced for the Christmas stockings
My daughter was five that year
Son's smiles, laughter brought a tear
After all this time - despite mocking
Treasuring the Christmas stockings
Granddaughters, by the Grace of God
They look like two peas in a pod
Material gathered for the making
Of this year's two Christmas stockings
poem by Suzette Crous
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