A Catastrophe

A Catastrophe

By Susie M. Best.

If old Kriss Kringle should forget

To travel Christmas eve,

I tell you now, I think next day

The Little folks would grieve.

There wouldn't be a single toy,

A single box or book,

And not a bit of candy in

Their stockings when they'd look.

Because, you see, Kriss Kringle has

A "corner " on these things,

'Tis he, and he alone, who in

The night our presents brings.

Then let us all try to avert

This sad catastrophe,

And hope Kriss Kringle may at least

Remember you and me.