Robert William Service

(16 January 1874 - 11 September 1958 / Preston)

The Sceptic


My Father Christmas passed away
When I was barely seven.
At twenty-one, alack-a-day,
I lost my hope of heaven.

Yet not in either lies the curse:
The hell of it's because
I don't know which loss hurt the worse --
My God or Santa Claus.

Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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