And the ponies—my pet little Grey,
And Miss Slimlegs, and Giraffe, and Beauty:
(But you know, love, they're all under size,
And so don't pay a farthing of duty;)
The coach-hacks, but two hundred pounds:
(We don't drive our own tits—that's dear:)
So I wish you the joys of the season—
Merry Christmas and happy New Year!
And, oh dear! here's a note from your steward!
He says your estate he's been round,