Eleanor Farjeon's infectious love of Christmas, together with her highly regarded writing for children, are well exemplified by her volume of poems, Come Christmas.
The Christmas hour I love the bestIs in the dark of early day,When Someone comes to break my restBearing a stocking stuffed and gay;And crouched upon my bed, she cries,"Perhaps you've got a stocking, too!"And I shall find with great surpriseI have - and wonder how she knew.Then she will laugh, and I will smile,And round her tuck the eiderdown, And we will watch each other whileThe treasures which our stocking crownAre rifled from their bulging legsWith many a happy ah! and oh!Till both disgorge their golden dregs,The orange in the stocking-toe.[Extract from Stocking-Time, by Eleanor Farjeon]