My Father Christmas passed away
When I was barely seven.
At twenty-one, alack-a-day,
I lost my hope of heaven.

Yet not in either lies the curse:
The hell of it's because
I don't know which loss hurt the worse-
My God or Santa Claus.

(C) Robert Service
01/01/2000


Best Poems of Robert Service

• Birthday
• A Busy Man
• A Bachelor
• A Song Of Success
• Young Mother
• A Hero
• You And Me
• A Little Prayer
• Ambition
• A Character
• Your Poem
• You Cant Can Love
• Cinderella
• Success
• Yellow
• Wonder
• Work And Joy
• Words
• A Pot Of Tea
• Why?
• Wounded