‘My Father Christmas passed away
When I was barely seven.
At twenty-one, alack-a-day,
I lost my hope of Heaven.
But not in either lies the curse;
The hell of it’s because,
I don’t know which loss hurts the worse -
My god or Santa Claus.’ - Robert W. Service
Boru
When I was barely seven.
At twenty-one, alack-a-day,
I lost my hope of Heaven.
But not in either lies the curse;
The hell of it’s because,
I don’t know which loss hurts the worse -
My god or Santa Claus.’ - Robert W. Service
Boru
‘I can’t be having with this.’ - Esmeralda Weatherwax