Friday poem: 'The New Year'

01 January 2016

I am the little New Year, ho, ho ! 
Here I come tripping it over the snow.
Shaking my bells with a merry din –
So open your doors and let me in!

Presents I bring for each and all –
Big folks, little folks, short and tall;
Each one from me a treasure may win –
So open your doors and let me in!

Some shall have silver and some shall have gold,
Some shall have new clothes and some shall have old;
Some shall have brass and some shall have tin – 
So open your doors and let me in!

Some shall have water and some shall have milk,
Some shall have satin and some shall have silk!
But each from me a present may win – 
So open your doors and let me in!


                                                                                    – Anon.

Happy New Year from all at Picador.

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