Dream on, my darlings, unto each of you
Morn shall bring joy; your dreams shall all be true.
Here are the stockings; bless me, what a row!
Little and big, they make a wondrous show.
(As he speaks he fills stockings.)
First comes the baby’s; what a tiny thing!
’Twill just hold a rattle and a rubber ring;
This is a girl’s, so very neat and small;
I’ll stuff it with candy, and a pretty doll.
Ah! here’s a boy’s. It’s very strong and blue.