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We
went off all a’riding,
My
wife, my sons, and me.
We
set out to find Xmas –
Which
for years had not been seen.
It
used to be that Xmas-time
Came
reg’lar, once per year.
But
then, that one December
Xmas
up and disappeared.
We
all had done our trees up,
Got our
Xmas baking done.
We’d
finished all our shopping,
Then
Xmas… didn’t come.
The
children noticed first, of course,
But
soon e’now we all
Felt
that missing Xmas tear
Our
spirits wall to wall.
We
sat amidst the splendor
Of
our now-cold Xmas feasts.
We
tried to still our trembling hands –
And
hearts inside our breasts.
Xmas
never came that year
Nor
next year, or the next.
A
score of years December
Has
now left us all perplexed.
By
then there were but few of us
Who
still remembered Yule,
Who
still put up a Xmas tree.
The
rest just called us fools.
But
never lost our faith, did we,
As
each new winter set.
We’d
go through all the motions,
Lest
the whole wide world forget.
Give
up the Xmas caroling,
The
stockings care’fly hung?
Let
go the Xmas pudding?
Then
all would be undone.
With
each new winter colder,
With
each day darker still,
We’d
fight to keep the dream alive.
We’d
battle ‘gainst the chill.
Finally
our poor dismal lives
We
couldn’t bear no more.
“We
must do something now!” we cried
And
so our group set forth.
That’s
why we went a’riding,
My
wife, my sons, and me.
Do
you wonder what we found?
What
strange things we did see?
I’ll
tell you all about them friend,
Just
let me sit a spell.
Our
journey wasn’t easy, mind,
I
fear I am not well.
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