"The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,

In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;

The children were nestled all snug in their beds;

While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;

And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap, 

Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap..."

 by C. C. Moore

from

A Visit from St. Nicholas