WE'LL MANAGE, SOMEHOW

Press, Volume CXV, Issue 34031, 20 December 1975, Page 14

WE'LL MANAGE, SOMEHOW

(By WHIM WHAM) With or without religious Ritual. The Custom sticks, the Work's habitual — Nothing original, Nothing new, From You to Me, or Me to You. Politeness’ Sake, or Business Reasons Require these Greetings, called ‘the Season s’. Occasionally, Sir, a Mood Of genuine Love, or Gratitude — ? Such Feelings hardly need the Aid Of Artists in the Greetings Trade. Don’t ask Me how I’m motivated Sending you This — I’m automated In Santa’s Claws I struggle vainly. Expressing myself Less than plainly — To All 1 wish, to Each alone A Mini-budget of his Own — A frugal Christmas, careful Cheer, And an employable New Year. The Outlook, I’m afraid, looks worse Than Even I foretold, in Verse. * # * Our Santa Claus, who wasn’t bom. Like Jesus Christ, on Christmas Morn (A Saint of Myra, so they say, Much venerated in his Day) Knows how to make the Business pay No homeless Babe, he’s throned in State, His Breath is short, he’s overweight — These scarlet Cheeks! those puffy Paws! The Heart Foundation has good Cause To study the Case of Santa Claus. * *■ * Sir. make the Best of your Vacation. Try not to think about the Nation.