A CHRISTMAS LAMENT.
BY
SINBAD.
Oh, let me sing a seasonable lay. And sing it with a seasonable zest. Of all the huge repasts of Christmas day Beneath a thousand packets snugly • pressed. Let me in cheery rhyme at once begin The honoured rites of Christmastide to laud. But here young Willie from next door breaks in: “ I say, old man, this Christmas is a fraud; Take presents now, a fellow never gets The sort for which expectantly he looks, Instead of airguns, bats and wireless sets, They pile him up with nice improving books. I want a bike, a model aeroplane, And what on Christmas morning do I find? A nice new overcoat to turn the rain, A cap, a beastly schoolbag leather lined; And as for all the fun of Christmas Day, I find I can’t enjoy myself one bit, For when I’ve packed one decent feed away I m far too full to touch the rest of it.”
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Star (Christchurch), Issue 18642, 20 December 1928, Page 10
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161A CHRISTMAS LAMENT. Star (Christchurch), Issue 18642, 20 December 1928, Page 10
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