No Goose To Get Fat
At this time every year of my life my Dad would sing to me:
"Christmas is here, the goose is getting fat. Please put a penny in the old man's hat. If you haven't got a penny, a hay-penny will do, but if you haven't got a hay-penny than God Bless You."
And the streets of New York were all aglow and bustling. And we'd head up North to my Aunt's house to eat vast quantities of the best foods I have ever tasted. And sometimes it would snow and sometimes it wouldn't. But the air was always crisp and the houses toasty.
Looking back, I guess it wasn't really so bad after all.
"Christmas is here, the goose is getting fat. Please put a penny in the old man's hat. If you haven't got a penny, a hay-penny will do, but if you haven't got a hay-penny than God Bless You."
And the streets of New York were all aglow and bustling. And we'd head up North to my Aunt's house to eat vast quantities of the best foods I have ever tasted. And sometimes it would snow and sometimes it wouldn't. But the air was always crisp and the houses toasty.
Looking back, I guess it wasn't really so bad after all.