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.