A Child's Christmas in Eire
"Jim, tell me true," asked Mr. Dooley, "how's the femly farin'?
Was old Saint Nick up to the trick? Are those new shoes you're wearin'?
"We got a pair that we can share amongst us seven brothers.
There wasn't more because we're poor and couldn't get no others.
And little Meg, who's got one leg, she got a wooden clog.
Mum cooked a bit so down we sit and eats O'Malley's dog.
And dear old Dad, I guess he had too many at the pub.
He fell and froze and lost five toes but gets ‘round on ‘is nub.
So all in all I guess you'd call it Hayes-style Christmas cheer."
"I'm glad to know. It all sounds so much better than last year!"
|