Reckless Christmas Giving

Yes, Ch –   comes but once a year

     And we must merry, merry be;

We think of comfort and of cheer,

And send our greetings far and near

     While presents fly from sea to sea.

We’ve sent our minister some wood,

     Our cook we gave an empty purse;

I’ll give Irene a new rag doll, –

My wife a scrubbing board, by gol’,

     And all you get

     From me, you bet

Will be this hand-made Gungy verse!

Dec. 18, 1914

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