The Gift

Said Marjorie Lear:
"Oh dear, oh dear,
I got a teddy again this year,
Santa missed my letter I fear."

"Well, I was lucky," said Peter, her brother,
"My sledge was broken; I needed another.
I"ll have to say thanks to father and mother."

"Good morning," said their parents as they came into the room,
"You're both contented or so we presume,
but Marjorie, why this unhappy display of gloom?"

"You forgot my letter to Santa," said Marj
"the teddy's okay but it's not very large
to use a big word it's persiflage."

"We'll do better next year," said mom with a smile,
"but do be silent, just for a while.
Who never gets presents on this special day?...
Let's give HIM our love; let's kneel and say:
Thank you, Lord for coming our way."