Here you will find the Poem Kriss Kringle of poet Thomas Bailey Aldrich
Just as the moon was fading Amid her misty rings, And every stocking was stuffed With childhood?s precious things, Old Kriss Kringle looked around, And saw on the elm-tree bough, High hung, an oriole?s nest, Lonely and empty now. ?Quite a stocking,? he laughed, ?Hung up there on a tree! I didn?t suppose the birds Expected a present from me!? Then old Kriss Kringle, who loves A joke as well as the best, Dropped a handful of snowflakes Into the oriole?s empty nest.
