"And you don't believe in Him, Mommy?"
"No. What would be the use if you hung 'em up and didn't find anything in 'em in the morning?"
"It'd be awful, but I believe in Him," said the littlest girl. "I don't think God has forgot us, really. I'm going to try."
"I tell you 'tain't no use."
"Oh, yes, it is."
"I'm sure it ain't. But have it your own way," said the woman. "If someone would fill your stockings with milk and bread and—"
"I want a turkey," said the oldest girl.
"And cranberry sauce," added the boy.
"I want a doll-baby in mine," said the littlest girl.
The mother hid her face and groaned aloud.