A martyr to the Claus
YOU’RE not the Grinch who stole Christmas! How could you be? You’re the Mammy! You made Christmas! You spent months making Christmas! You made the Christmas cake and the puddings. You bought the book of Christmas stamps and the boxes of Christmas cards, and you wrote, addressed and posted the lot of ‘em.
You purchased and wrapped the Christmas presents. You decorated the tree, hung up all the wreaths, remembered the Christmas potpourri and trailed ivy — ivy you’d collected in the garden — over the picture frames.
