<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508845" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Sceptic</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">My Father Christmas passed away<br>When I was barely seven.<br>At twenty-one, alack-a-day,<br>I lost my hope of heaven.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet not in either lies the curse:<br>The hell of it's because<br>I don't know which loss hurt the worse --<br>My God or Santa Claus.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+William+Service">Robert William Service</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508845" data-title="The Sceptic de Robert William Service" data-description="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."></div> </div> </div>

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