The Sceptic
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.
by Robert W. Service
Rhymes of a Rolling Stone (1912)
Yes, it is spelled sceptic not skeptic.