I’M up to date, and, be it said,
I certainly this year
Shall break and burn the ancient
sled
And cook the ancient deer.
Those things are out of date for me;
They’re now a shattered dream.
Oh, I’m as happy as can be
About my brand new scheme.
FULL soon across the boundless
plain,
Beneath the Christmas stars,
I’m going to travel on my train
Made up of baggage cars,
And they’ll be simply stuffed with
toys
And other precious things
For little girls and little boys
For whom I spread my wings.
OH, yes, in jigtime, down the track
I’ll gayly glide along,
From home across the land and back
To fill all hearts with song.
And to my agent at each town
I’ll toss a bundle great
Each artless child with joy to crown
An’ make its heart elate.
I’LL run along on schedule time,
Through wind swept drifts of
snow.
My bell shall be the Christmas chime
That sets all hearts aglow.
And I shall call, and not in vain,
While stockingward I head
My mile a minute flying train,
“The Christmas Limited.”
THE train’s made up. Already I
Am getting up the steam,
While piling in the cars sky high
The gifts of which you dream.
With joy I stand upon my head
And shout both far and near,
“Goodby unto the ancient sled-
All hail the iron deer!”
-R. K. Munkittrick in Success.
