He asked the boon with baby grace,
And toddling to the chimney place,
He hung his little stocking there.
That night, as length’ning shadows crept,
I saw the white-winged angels come
With music to our humble home
And kiss my darling as he slept.
They must have heard his baby pray’r,
For in the morn, with glowing face,
He toddled to the chimney place