“Click, click, click, I must hurry because,
Tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, comes Santa Claus.”
“Ting, a, ling,” rang the telephone and Sister Pussy Whiskers called:
“Hello, hello, Old Mother Bear,
I am very sad I do declare,
It may be hard for you to believe,
I’ve no stocking to hang up on Christmas Eve.”
Old Mother Bear could hear her weeping into her new 25 cent pocket handkerchief, so she said she would mail her a stocking to-morrow.
Sister Pussy Whiskers shouted, “Merry Christmas!” and Old Mother Bear went back to her knitting, singing:
“I’ll set up a new stocking as sure as fate,