Oriole Nest

An oriole nest photographed near Deep Water Pond Bridge.

Kriss Kringle

by Thomas Bailey Aldrich

Just as the moon was fading amid her misty rings,

And every stocking was stuffed with childhood's precious things,

Old Kriss Kringle looked around, and saw on the elm-tree bough,

High-hung, an oriole's nest, silent and empty now.

“Quite like a stocking,” he laughed, “pinned up there on the tree!

Little I thought the birds expected a present from me!”

Then old Kriss Kringle, who loves a joke as well as the best,

Dropped a handful of flakes in the oriole's empty nest.