Jasper County Democrat, Volume 21, Number 78, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 28 December 1918 — GEORGIE LOSES FAITH [ARTICLE]

GEORGIE LOSES FAITH

My pa he knows and ma knows, too, I don't believe in Santa Glaus; They can’t blame me about it. though—it ain’t my fault, but ipa’s. Last year we had a Christman tree, and, gee, but it was fine! We had about a hundred gifts, and most of them was mine— And all day long we left them there, exceptin’ two or three, 'Cause ma said Santa had to come and hand them dowu£ to me. It didn’t hardly seem as though, the night would ever come. So I could have my sword and gun and candy cane and drum And all the little boxes which were tied with fancy strings, But pa and ma kept keepln’ watch all day, the mean old things! They said that every single thing would vanish from the tree Unless.l’d wait for Santa Glaus to pick ’em off fer me. At last, when It had seemed a week, they had to light the light, 1 And I was filled with pie and thing® and glad that it was flight, And ma and me was all alone—jfl went away somewhere — Ami every noise I heard I’d tlflfl Santa Claus was here; So then he coughed, first thinfl knew, and stood beside thefl With snow-white hair and wliMfl too, like pictures that you Ma didn’t seem nt all afraid-SHH just set there and smile, fl And Santa spoke a funny M I which took him quite a But purty soon when he’d got on a rockin’ chair to reach, Because he wasn’t tall enough, ma gave an awful screech— The rockin’ chair had rocked too much, and over went the tree, With Santa’s whiskers blazin’ whilo he yelled at ma and me! He kicked and clawed and didn’t seem to act much like a saint. And tore his whiskers from bin face, and ma fell in a faint; But Gusta—that’s our hired girl—• and her policeman come And got the 'blaze put out at last, and saved my swbrd and drum. And, after ma come to, pa set beside the Christmas tree And picked the cotton from bin teeth, and klnfl of blinked at me. He looked discouraged, and I guess it must of hurt his pride; The way ma wept you might of thought her dearest friend had died, And pa had blisters ofl his hand* and on his nose and neck. And not an eyebrow left, and all hi 8 outfit was a wreck! - I don’t believe in S. Claus now, bofl pa ain’t mad —you see afl| Since last year neither him nor mw believes, no more than me.