Baby's first Christmas

This is one of Grandma Jarvis' favorite poems. She would read it every year when there was a new baby in the family.

Hang up the baby's stocking.
Be sure you don't forget.
for the dear little dimpled darling!
Has ne'er seen Christmas yet.
But I've told him all about it,
And he opened his big blue eyes,
And I'm sure he understood it--
He looked so funny and wise.
Dear! what a tiny stocking!
It doesn't take much to hold,
Such little pink toes as baby's,
Away from the frost and cold.
But then for the baby's Christmas,
It will never do at all,
Why, Santa wouldn't be looking,
For anything half so small.
I know what we'll do for the baby.
I've thought of the very best plan:
I'll borrow a stocking of grandma,
The longest that ever I can.
And you'll hang it by mine, dear mother,
Right here in the corner, so!
And write a letter to Santa,
And fasten it on to the toe.
Write, "This is the baby's stocking,
That hangs in the corner here,
You never have seen his, Santa,
For he only came this year;
But he's just the blessedest baby!
And now, before you go,
Just cram his stocking with goodies,
From the top clear down to the toe."