The Mystery of the Stockings
~ Which one is mine?
"Oma, which stocking is mine?"
Her little voice rings into the night,
As her eyes sparkle at the stockings
All hanging in a row.
~~~
Tsking, I say,
"You'll have to wait until Christmas morning."
She gives me a look and wonders why,
As we stand and look at the lot.
~~~
"Maybe it's this one, or maybe that,"
She points to the one decorated with a bear,
& then the one with a reindeer.
Jumping up and down, she is bursting to know.
~~~
Shrugging my shoulders, I say,
"It's up to Santa, but maybe he'll give you this one."
She shrieks, "NOOOOO!"
"Oma, that's for the dog!"
~~~
We giggle as she takes my hand,
Walking across the room.
It's past her bedtime,
So, this mystery will have to wait.
About the Creator
KA Stefana
I started writing as a hobby during quarantine. From a hobby, a passion bloomed. Author of Dark Fantasy with a twist of romance. Available on KU - The Origins of Darkness, The Daughters of Darkness and The Forgotten.
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Comments (3)
Awww, that was so sweet.
We always knew which stocking was ours. Great poem however. Nicely done!!!
Gorgeous✨