Saluta the Shanghai Christmas tide, when pipes begin to freeze, While little children go about ' all purple at the knees; And cast at every parcel a proprietory air, Intimating their conviction that "twill fall unto their share.
Most costly time of all the year, and merriest, to boot, Whose spirit is completely sum+ med in the expression, "oot."
Reminder of a Day far gone that serve th og a link Betwixt the past and what we are or might be (I don't think).
Bright greeting to the Yuletide, when each servant wears the look OF the eat with the canary in its stomach brought to book, Consecrated to forgiveness of the people we abhor, Though when Christmas dim over we dislike them even more, Oh day that chen in summertime noticed in the news In the hope that sweating mortals at its mention may enthuse, How oft have I saluted thee, and in this very strain:
How oft, while life ig left to me, great thee thus again!
Blithe greetings to old Boreas who howls at the pane, Which, with five dollars' worth of muck'I've tried to stop in vain, And blessings on the altruistic vendor of the stut, That passes here for coal so long. as it be black enough.
Twin brother to the diamond, savants tell us, each in torn:
(Which must be drowned in oxygen if called upon to burn.)
Like any Arctic venturer, each morn I take my stand, In an attempt, to bathe; ai mutter, "Gee, ain't Nature grand!
Throughout the night my tootsieg have protruded from my couch; Betimes I'd waken, sense the fact, and utter heartfelt' "ouch!"
And when by dint of engineering skill my troubled toes Were covered well, I'd wake once more to nurse a freezing nose, Then in disgust I would attempt to solve the awful riddle, By working both neglected ends favour of the middle, How well I ken one Christmas Eve whereon I had a dream,
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.