There are three little creatures that find their way Into a Christmas stocking, And they spoil the whole of Christmas Day In a manner very shocking. Those pesky creatures have no wings, Nor body, nor soul, indeed; And these are the names of the dreadful things, -- Self, and Thankless, and Greed. They often crawl, as well I know, In the Christmas stocking to spite you, And if you leave them in heel or toe, Ah, how they will sting and bite you! Choose a hole-y stocking, if you would expel These things without body or soul; Then ram in your fist, and shake it well, And drive them out through the hole! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOR ST. BARTHOLOMEW'S EVE by MALCOLM COWLEY THEN AND NOW by CECIL DAY LEWIS DOMESDAY BOOK: THE HOUSE THAT JACK BUILT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |