And every stocking was stuffed with childhood's precious things, Old Kris Kringle looked round and saw on the elm tree bough High hung, an oriole's nest, lonely and empty now.
"Quite like a stocking," he laughed, "hung up there in the tree, I didn't suppose the birds expected a visit from me."
Then old Kris Kringle who loves a joke as well as the best, Dropped a handful of snowflakes into the oriole's empty nest.
THE OWL AND THE PUSSY-CAT.
The Owl and the Pussy-Cat went to sea
In a beautiful pea-green boat;
They took some honey, and plenty of money
Wrapped up in a five-pound note.
The Owl looked up to the moon above,
And sang to a small guitar,
"O lovely Pussy! O Pussy, my love!
What a beautiful Pussy you are--
What a beautiful Pussy you are!"
Pussy said to the owl, "You elegant fowl!
How wonderfully sweet you sing!
Oh, let us be married--too long we have tarried--
But what shall