A MERRY MUG! though he could not be uglier, he
Has nought about him that betokens Jugg-ler-y.
A GOOSE, even tailors have, who cut it fat,
And use the _goose_ itself to get _a flat_;
And when the cloth is spread, which they have stored,
They _lodge_ it there, a portion of their _board_.
Snap Dragon—Fiery face-ias.
CHINE'S Christmas fare, cries Pat, but, by my sowl,
Sure TURKEY isn't, for it's Christmas fowl.
Eat your pudding hot; but—
Don't burn their mouths,
The little dears while treating,
Though still the proof
Of pudding's in the _heating_.
[Illustration:
A round game at Christmas.
]