From dolls to fairies with gossamer wings.
The following morning stockings hung
By the side of her bed, and toys were strung
Beside the fire, and Dorothy Dill
Jumped up to explore with a right good will.
She had so many nice things that day
That she could do nothing but play and play.
But when night came with its Christmas tree
She was just as tired as she could be.
She scarcely could open her sleepy eyes,