And didn’t see half of her rich surprise.
When Dorothy Dill again awoke
The bulging stockings were like a joke,
A tiresome joke, and Dorothy sighed
With frowning brow at the gifts at her side.
She looked them over but couldn’t play,
And turkey and pudding at dinner that day
Weren’t good at all, and the Christmas tree
That night was horrid as it could be.
The troubles that followed I couldn’t rehearse,