Deb Radke Poet Ballade

Humbug

Now all throughout the land we hear it said,
'Humbug' rings the air both loud and clear,
As all throughout the land the bills are paid
With Christmas funds we held both close and dear;
Without them, Christmas joy we’d lose, I fear.
It’s time to send the funds you’ve set apart,
Ensuring that goodwill remains so near
And Christmas will remain inside your heart.

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Carolyn Devonshire January 9, 2011 at 2:09 PM Very cute, Deb! Like you, I save for months to prepare for Christmas spending, but it's always a struggle to part with those savings when the bills arrive. Love, Carolyn

Deb Wilson January 9, 2011 at 9:01 AM This is very sweet! love,Deb