All Hail Mother Christmas

Where art thou, Mother Christmas?

Where art thou, Mother Christmas?
I only wish I knew
Why Father should get all the praise
And no-one mentions you.

I`ll bet you buy the presents
And wrap them large and small
While all the time that rotten swine
Pretends he`s done it all.

So Hail To Mother Christmas
Who shoulders all the work
And down with Father Christmas,
That unmitigated jerk.

(Roald Dahl)