A Few Don’ts for
Christmas
Don’t court indigestion.
Don’t grumble, whatever you do.
Don’t half fill the kiddies’ stockings.
Don’t give presents which will be useless.
Don’t forget the mistletoe. Romance still lives.
Don’t forget that it ought to be a merry Christmas.
Don’t deny the little ones’ ideas about Santa Claus.
Don’t worry about unpaid bills—at any rate until tomorrow.
Don’t scoff at the lingering superstitions of the good old
days.
Don’t for the show of things, buy presents which you can’t
afford.
Don’t expect too many presents. Take what you get and be
thankful.
Don’t, if you get up on your wrong side, make everybody else
miserable.
Don’t forget to think at least once during the day what
Christmas really means.
Don’t give a present unless you want to. Better not give at
all than give insincerely.
Don’t forget that the giving of Christmas boxes, like
charity, should begin at home.
Don’t, if you are a girl, stand under the mistletoe until you
see the right chap approaching.
Don’t kiss somebody else’s best girl, even though she is
under the mistletoe. There might be a row.
Don’t work on Christmas day if you can avoid it. If you have
to, however, don’t make a song about it.
Don’t give Johnnie a trumpet and Peter a whistle and expect
to have a quiet time. It’s unreasonable.
Don’t send an electric runabout to a freezing widow with
five starving children. This is like throwing a rope of pearls to a drowning
man.
Don’t look pained with somebody tells a fifty-year-old
Christmas story. That’s one of the unavoidable circumstances of the festive
season.
Don’t give a new song to some one who doesn’t sing; but be
still more certain that you don’t give a new song to some one who imagines he can
sing.
Don’t refrain from giving because you can’t afford to give
much. The intrinsic value of a gift counts for nothing. It is the thought which
prompts it that matters.
Don’t let the wife give you a Christmas present in the form
of cigars. If she persists in doing so, don’t smoke them—give them away again,
without letting her know about it, of course.
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