A YULE-TIDE PARODY

WHEN other wits and other bards,

Their tales at Christmas tell,

Or praise on cheap and colored cards

The time they love so well,

Secure from scorn and ridicule

I hope my verse may be,

If I can still remember Yule,

And Yule remember me.

The days are dark, the days are drear,

When dull December dies;

But, while we mourn an ended year,

Another's star will rise.

I hail the season formed by rule

For merriment and glee;

So let me still remember Yule,

And Yule remember me.

The rich plum-pudding I enjoy,

I greet the pie of mince;

And loving both while yet a boy,

Have loved them ever since.

More dull were I than any mule

That eyes did ever see,

If I should not remember Yule,

And Yule remember me.

Anonymous.