A VOICE FOR SANTA CLAUS.

Hawke's Bay Tribune, Volume XVI, Issue 11, 24 December 1925, Page 11

A VOICE FOR SANTA CLAUS.

Read it last week in the paper, ha’f of a page it had; Read it out loud to mother; my, but it made her mad! Somethin’ some college feller said in a mile-lonp speech. That Santy Claus is a humbug that nobody ought to teach: That tellin’ the children stories of how he comes through the snow To bring ’em their toys a.nd dollies was wicked and bad and low; That him and his prancin’ reindeer, his pack and his old red sleigh. Was nothin’ but lyin’ nonsense that ought to be thrown away.

Nothin’ but lyin’ nonsense, teachin’ a child deceit? Nothin’ but fairy stories? Maybe, but ain’t they sweet? What would you give, you tellers—-gray-headed grandads all. Workin’ from morn till evenin’ over this hard old ball— What would you give in money, cash that you worked for so. To b’lieve in the fairy stories you b’lieved in long ago? What would you sell your past lor? How much would close the deal? That bought up your mem’ries treasures, of days when them tales was real.

Christinas without a Santy? ’Member the nights before? 'Member how hard you listened bearin’ the old folks snore. Heavin’ the wind a-whistlin’ up in the chimney flue, There in the place where Santy somehow would wiggle through? ‘Member the Christmas mornin’s? ’Member the stockin’s. What? Wasn’t they filled with glories? Nothin’ that cost a lot. But. ’cause old Santy brought ’em, wonderful things, .you bet ! ’Member just how you loved him? Some of us love him yet.

Christmas without a Santy- Puddin’ without the plums. Think of the million youngsters waitin’ the day he comes, Countin’ the hours and minutes, thinkin’ they hear his sleigh. Jost as their daddies heard it. back in another day. Nothin’ but lyin’ nonsense, wicked to spread around? Then I’m a wicked liar, long’s I’m above the ground. 1/ong as I’ve got. a roof-tree, while ther’s a chimney flue, Santy shall come to my house. How i- it folks with vou? —Joseph C. Ijiucoln.