Merry Christmas

I search through all the Christmas cards
In drug and department stores
Gazed on Santa's picture
Read verses by the scores

There were none to meet my fancy
Somehow they were incomplete
So with these yule time poets
I find I must compete

If all the million verses
Of all greeting cards were true
Had by me been written
and dedicated to you.

They would not be sufficient
My wishes to unfold
For you there is no limit
As to what my heart will hold -
Merry Christmas!

The Old Fisherman