CHRIMBO-WATCH: as everyone else is “doing Yule�, Brocklebank resident column humorist Peter Moloney has penned readers a seasonal poem entitled A Plea for Sanity Claus, which he boasts was adapted without permission from the author, Lewis Carroll, who was too busy being dead to refuse.
“You are old Father Christmas,� the young man said,
“And your myth has become very stale.
Do you think it is right to bamboozle the kids,
With such an improbable tale?�
“In my day,� said the Saint, “I collected the gifts,
Of the rich to pass on to the poor.
And whether by grotto, or Giro, or crib,
I’m glad it gets done more and more. “
“You are old and deceitful,� the cynic then scoffed,
“With your Lapland and fairies and gnomes.
Pretending to drop from your reindeer-drawn sleigh,
Down chimneys, right into folks’ homes.�
“Oh, get a life, Sonny,� the old Saint advised,
“And stop being bitter and sad.
Give thanks to your Maker, for Christmas, with joy: