Don't Judge a Book

by Byron KH Siemsen

Each Christmas tide, George most nights

Would stroll to see the wint'ry sights.

Here "Merry Christmas, Sir!" a "God bless you!" there

All this in his underwear.

 

It must my friend be understood

'Twere none more charitable, none more good.

For his good family from his birth

At Christmas hid his clothes of worth

Or 'twould all be given off his back

To the old, the cold, and any in lack.

 

So, lest you judge so quickly here

And lessen Christmas' giving cheer,

I hope, my friend, that you discover

Not to judge a book by his uncover.