CHRISTMAS VERSES

New Zealand Times, Volume LI, Issue 12008, 10 December 1924, Page 16 (Supplement)

CHRISTMAS VERSES

“WITH BEST WISHES" It’s scarcely any wonder that The season finds me all unmoved, For Father Christmas leaves me flat— Step-Father Christmas, it has proved— .’Twas ever thus—from early youth I’ve seen my hopes decay, because Too soon I learned the bitter truth: There isn’t any Santa Claus. Each Yuletide mocks my touching trust: Though give and let- give is my plea, It's Christmas Day for some, but just December twenty-fifth for me. For I’ll get a paper-weight, to crush my Christmas cheer, ¥l hand-painted needle-case, a brace of button-hooks. A host of cordial wishes for a prosperous new year. And a holiday edition of the “Rubaiyat.” de luxe. I’ve often heard that some there are— How hard such tales are to believe 1 — To prove that costlier by far It is to give than to receive, On Christmas they present their friends With motor-oars,, and pearls in strings. And blocks of stock with dividends, And other useful things. Though I have no such benefits, 1 sing the Christmas spirit’s praise. ,1 know the giver’s thrill—for it’s A poor Yule that won’t work both ways. So I’ll give a laundry bag, of chintz refined, yet gay ;- A tooth-brush container of a fanciful design. A flock of timely greetings for a snappy Christmas Day, And a highly coloured copy of “That Old Sweetheart of Mine.”

THE CHRISTMAS PARTY

An ancient aunty, awfully arrayed. Blonde, babbling buds, in baiby-blue brocade. Chubby-cHeeked children, chanting Christmas cheer. Delicious debutantes, dainty darlings dear. Elegant elders, each enjoying ease. Fortunate footmen, fleecing fine, fat fees. * Generous guests, giving gifts -grand or gay. High-hanging holly, hinting holiday. Idle idealists, indolent in the ingles. Jocular juveniles, jabbering jolly jingles. : Kiddies kowtowing to Kriss Kringle’s kit. Languishing lassies liking lamps lowMaidens and men, meeting ’mid mistletoe. Noise-making nephews, never noting “No I” Octogenarians, opulent, obese. Popular poets piping paeans of peace. Querulous queens, questing the quaint and queer. Rollicking revellers riding on reindeer.. Several singers soaring scilos sing. Tiny Tads toot, tin trumpets, ting-a-ting. „ • Unbending uncles, unusually urbane. Vivacious veterans, vigorous and vain. Wheedlesbme waits,- warbling with winsome wights. Xxtra Xcitemeht Xtasy Xcites. _ _ Youngsters and youths yell “Yip-l-addy, yip!” , . , Zanies zigzag m zealous zest and zip I