Algy didn’t have a chimney to hang his stocking by, so he hung it up in a pretty little Christmas tree in his friends’ West Highland garden, and hoped that St. Nicholas would understand.
‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there
[From A Visit from St. Nicholas by Clement Clark Moore.]
The Adventures of Algy 