THE CYNIC'S CAROL.
Christmas comes but once a year ; Happy that twice it cometh not ; For sirloin is uncommon dear, And dear the pudding in the pot ; And floods are out and rooms are chill, And every morning brings a bill. That plant yclept the mistletoe To me by no means pleasant is ; My daughters underneath it go To meet a detrimental kiss From one who nothing hath a year. And liveth in a street called Queer. My parson preacheth straight at me, My wine-merchant sends claret sour, My stocks are down at thirty-three, My stockbroker won't wait an hour ; My boys, escaped scholastic swish, Take from the larder what they wish. Well, life has consolation still ; Locked in my study, far away From riots that my household fill, I pass a calm, if cheerless day — . Thankful, as bedtime draweth near, That Christmas comes but once a year. — ' London Punch.'
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Bruce Herald, Volume IX, Issue 805, 23 May 1876, Page 3
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150THE CYNIC'S CAROL. Bruce Herald, Volume IX, Issue 805, 23 May 1876, Page 3
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