John F. McCullagh
It’s that time of the year
When commercials appear
to implore us to buy this or that.
For the shopkeepers fear
that without Christmas cheer
They will never get into the black!
Some Fraud in a red suit,
Quite obese and hirsute,
will be called on to hawk toys to tots.
Johnny Mathis and Bing,
Ad nauseum, will sing
old chestnuts of holidays past.
So we wish you Merry Christmas
Now that Halloween has past.
Here’s hoping, too, perhaps that you
might spend as you did in the past.
Let the registers ring
It’s a wonderful thing
To see all the rich spend their cash.
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