The Stockings Were Hung

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From the book Santa Got Stuck in the Chimney

The stockings were hung
by the chimney with care –
I had worn them all week,
and they needed the air.

My underwear, too,
were in need of a spritz,
but the washer and dryer
were both on the fritz.

On washer! On dryer!
The switches are busted,
congealed, corroded
and totally rusted.

I tried hard to fix them.
I tried, and I failed.
So then up on the mantel
those stockings were nailed.

They hung there all year
and then low and behold –
Santa filled them with riches
much better than gold.

In each of the stockings
that hung in the air
was a check for the
washer and dryer repair.

 --Linda Knaus and Kenn Nesbitt

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Reading Level: Grade 4

 


From the Book Santa Got Stuck in the Chimney


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