‘Bout Christmas


The kindling’s all cut and the basement swept,
And everything’s where it should be kept;
In lessons he’s most perfected,
Does other things least expected.
That’s my son
On the run
For his dad
‘Bout Christmas.

I have never to look for coat or hat,
Neither to wonder where’s this or that,
My ties hang neatly on the rack,
And my soiled linen’s in the sack.
That’s my girl,
She’s a pearl
For her dad
‘Bout Christmas.

— M.F.S.

Appleton Post Crescent (Appleton, Wisconsin) Dec 24, 1924

Amarillo Daily Globe (Amarillo, Texas) Dec 10, 1941

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