I count my treasures o'er with care.-- <br /> The little toy my darling knew, <br /> A little sock of faded hue, <br />A little lock of golden hair. <br /> <br />Long years ago this holy time, <br /> My little one--my all to me-- <br /> Sat robed in white upon my knee <br />And heard the merry Christmas chime. <br /> <br />"Tell me, my little golden-head, <br /> If Santa Claus should come to-night, <br /> What shall he bring my baby bright,-- <br />What treasure for my boy?" I said. <br /> <br />And then he named this little toy, <br /> While in his round and mournful eyes <br /> There came a look of sweet surprise, <br />That spake his quiet, trustful joy. <br /> <br />And as he lisped his evening prayer <br /> He asked the boon with childish grace; <br /> Then, toddling to the chimney-place, <br />He hung this little stocking there. <br /> <br />That night, while lengthening shadows crept, <br /> I saw the white-winged angels come <br /> With singing to our lowly home <br />And kiss my darling as he slept. <br /> <br />They must have heard his little prayer, <br /> For in the morn, with rapturous face, <br /> He toddled to the chimney-place, <br />And found this little treasure there. <br /> <br />They came again one Christmas-tide,-- <br /> That angel host, so fair and white! <br /> And singing all that glorious night, <br />They lured my darling from my side. <br /> <br />A little sock, a little toy, <br /> A little lock of golden hair, <br /> The Christmas music on the air, <br />A watching for my baby boy! <br /> <br />But if again that angel train <br /> And golden-head come back for me, <br /> To bear me to Eternity, <br />My watching will not be in vain! <br /> <br />1879.<br /><br />Eugene Field<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/christmas-treasures/
