The Missing Stocking
Someone's stolen a sister's Christmas stocking!
I’m tiptoe-tapping down the stairs
Upon this Christmas morn,
I like to check that Santa’s been
Before the rising dawn.
I sneak and peak around the tree
No, something’s not quite right.
My stocking’s vanished, where’s it gone?
I stuck it up last night…
With skill I scan the fireplace
And what do I detect?
Small finger prints amidst the dust
My brother, I suspect!
I softly creep into his room
He’s snoring with a smile.
I scan the scene for hidden clues
Search through his laundry pile –
Some oranges come rolling out
I scavenge like a fox.
And spy our stockings hidden in
His mound of smelly socks.
That naughty, greedy, cheeky thief!
I snatch my stocking back
And stuff his full with lumps of coal
My sweet- revenge attack!
© Phoebe Coghlan 2018
Illustration created with elements from Pixabay.
1. Why do you think people sometimes take revenge on others? Do you think it helps them to feel better? Why or why not?