A little sock was hung by the chimney with care

For at least the past three years I have hung this little sock up next to ours in hopes that by the time the next Christmas rolled around we would be celebrating it with our first child.  Every year I looked at it longingly and hoped and prayed that this little sock would not have to remain empty and lonely for too much longer.  At times my emotional and spiritual resilience waned, but in the end, things worked out as they always do.

You cannot imagine the joy I felt as I hung up this little sock this year.   As I was unloading some of the boxes of Christmas decorations and began putting the ornaments on the tree I remembered this little sock.  I immediately set everything else aside and with a smile on my face and happiness in my heart I hung up all of our stockings.  That was a sweet moment.    

this was a picture I took of his sock last year

As I thought about the phrase: "the stockings were hung by the chimney with care", from the poem, "Twas the Night before Christmas", this wrote my own little poem about my baby's Christmas sock 

The Christmas Sock
Twas the Christmas season, when all through the house

only sadness and longing hung like a blouse
a little sock was hung by the chimney with care,

in hopes that a child soon would be there

I thought and I prayed and I pled

that someday soon I could stroke my child’s head.

He would sit in my lap,
and take a few naps.
At times my heart stirred a bit
As I wondered how much longer I could take it.
Then all of a sudden, quick as a flash

My baby was in my arms and I was kissing his nose and eyelash

I now walk around with a glow

and love telling my little baby, “hello”.