Empty Stockings Poem by verna ralph

Christmas eve
Two boys and a girl hung their stockings for Santa
Went straight up to bed
Said their prayers
While thoughts of Santa played in their heads

Just when the sun was rising
They scurried down the stairs
Hoping Santa had been there
With toys and goodies
That they had wish for

To their dismay
Empty stockings they found
Not a xmas present around
Eyes fill with tears
They ran to their mother
Did Santa forget us they cried

No, she replied
There was a storm last night
Santa had to cancel his flight


[IN the outports in newfoundland, years ago, people depended on
schooners for goods and merchanize, there were no roads.everything
was brought in by sea.This one particular christmas eve, a vicious snow
storm hit the island, the ships couldn, t make it to shore.This is a true
story told to me by my mother]