From uncles and aunts, from playmates and cousins.
Little dolls, big dolls, china and wax,
With dresses of reds and yellows and blacks.
Under the tables, and chairs and bed,
In closets, on stairs, those dolls were spread.
She gave them, and gave them, and gave them away,
And not with any of them could she play;
And she was so tired of the Christmas trees
She wished they were covered in deepest seas.
And as to the letters and words of thanks,—