A new sled was by Tom’s stocking.
It was a bright red sled.
“Are you awake, doll?” called the sled.
“I am,” answered the doll.
“Where are you?” asked the sled.
“Here, in this stocking,” said the doll.
The sled looked up.
There was a dear little doll peeping out of Baby’s stocking.
“Well, here we are in our new home,” said the doll.
“How do you like it?”