The Empty Stocking
There was a babe
Not unlike others
Who wished upon a star
A Christmas wish
Heard by most mothers
As that’s how mothers are
The child wished for
So many things
But most of all, his mom
She faced alone
All that life brings
In sweet demeanor, calm
On Christmas Eve
Her tears did flow
No money for a tree
No gifts to wrap
Just rags to sew
A stocking, just for me
And though there were
Treats, precious few
Some candies, fruit and such
With love, it swelled
Empty no more
I cherish it so much
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