The Count Down Begins...

The stockings were hung on the railing with care



In hopes that Saint Nikolas soon would be here





The morning arrived and they crept down the stairs





To find stockings of red, green, and white there




















Filled with special trinkets and sweet treats if they dared



Their eyes were still sleepy along with wild heads of hair





But they danced and they pranced on what seemed like air



At the contents Saint Nikolas left on the stairs