CHRISTMAS STOCKINGS


                                                                        Each year when Winter comes and Christmas is here,



                                                                   Stockings are hung with tradition by the chimney you see.



                                                                        I was told of a story when once I was a child, of elves,



                                                                    These tiny beings hung on our tree every Winter season.



                                                                     I have never forgotten them since the time I was young,



                                                                     It was said they climb down the tree after all are asleep,



                                                      Making their way across the room, search for those Christmas stockings.



                                                       Magic as in the morning they went from empty to full of a season of joy,



                                                       Tiny elves dressed in red and green, from a long time ago, not a dream.

                                                            Keith Garrett