"KEEP THE POT A-BOILING!"

(A Seasonable Suggestion.)

Christmas comes once more,

Well-beloved Old Father!

Though the season's hoar,

Warm his welcome—rather!

Parties come and go,

True to him our heart is,

With his beard of snow,

Best of (Christmas) Parties!

Say the day is chill,

Say the weather's windy,

He brings warm good-will,

Not heart-freezing shindy.

"Union!" is his cry,—

Hearts and hands and voices.

Confraternity

His kind soul rejoices.

When the youngsters slide

On the frozen river.

As they glow and glide,

Do they shrink or shiver?

Nay; nor dread nor doubt

Their brisk sport is spoiling,

Gleefully they shout,

"Keep the Pot a-boiling!"

Keep it? Ay, by Jove!

We are on our mettle.

'Tis a game we love

More than Pot and Kettle.

Poorish sport that same,

Angry mutual blackening.

Here's a merrier game.

Pull up there! Who's slackening?

Not the leader, Punch!

On he goes, amazing,

To the rest his hunch

Like a beacon blazing.

Not Old Father X!

How the Ancient goes it!

'Tis a sight to vex

Malice, and he knows it;

Not young Master BULL!

At the game he's handy,

Nor has much the pull

Of his pal, young SANDY;

Not that dark-eyed girl

With her cloak a-flying,

She can swing and swirl

With the boys. She's trying

Everything she knows.

As for Master PADDY,

Whoop there! Down he goes!

Bumped a bit, poor laddy!

What then? At this game

Who would be a stopper

Just because he came

Now and then a cropper?

Up and on once more,

Chance by courage foiling!

Hark the jovial roar!

"Keep the Pot a-boiling!"

Father Christmas, hail!

Sure 'tis flagrant folly

Now to rave and rail.

Truce—beneath your holly!

Darkest England waits

Care Co-operative;

Mood that moat elates

Is to-day—the dative!

You need not doubt,

You're no "Grecian" giver.

Many "cold without,"

Foodless, hopeless, shiver;

Many a poor man's pot,

Even at your season,

With no pudding hot

Bubbles. Is't not treason

Unto more than kings

To waste time in fighting

Whilst such crooked things

Stand in need of righting?

In the name of those

Starving, suffering, toiling,

Let our quarrels close—

"Keep the Pot a-boiling!"