Mother Christmas, Mother Christmas

Where are thou, Mother Christmas?
I only wish I knew
Why Father should get all the praise?
And no one mentions you.

I'll bet you buy the presents
And wrap them large and small
While all the time that rotten swine
Pretends he's done it all.

So Hail To Mother Christmas
Who shoulders all the work!
And down with Father Christmas,
That unmitigated jerk!


Roald Dahl, 1988