As many will enjoy yet another reading of The Night Before Christmas, stamp collectors know what they want, holiday or not: a poem about the sacrifices stamp collectors make to take part in their beloved hobby. Poet Robert William Service provides the poem Stamp Collector for your philatelic reading pleasure. O. Henryesque in its twists and turns, it nevertheless gives a good picture of our sacrifices, like skipping lunches to afford a must have stamp. (Oh, the pain!) A sample:
"I keep them in that box beside my bed,
For who would dream such treasures it could hold;
But every day I take them out and spread
Each page, to gloat like miser o'er his gold:
Dearer to me than could be child or wife,
I would defend them with my very life."
Read the complete Service poem here.