Thanksgiving came and went again
And boys played football in the rain
And little ones spied Santa Clause
Who settled down with tiny Tim
And rectified the unfair hand.
Dealt awfully hard to some, we say
There’s something boyish about this phase
of life eternal, or holidays.
Tie them up, those sneakers, shoes
Brace against the snow and flu
Winter’s here but once a year
And feed the hogs–in slop.
