Twas the night of Nativity, when all through the church …
No one was stirring, not even that naughty kid Burch;
The lampadas were hung by the icons with care,
In hopes Fr Vasilios soon would be there;
The children were seated all snug in their pews,
With visions of hotdogs, M&Ms; and juice;
And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I sans my cap,
Had just settled in for our long liturgical recap.
When out in the narthex arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my spot to see what’s the matter.
Away to the candle stand I flew like a flash,
Bumped into an usher, who was really quite brash.
The look on his face was one you would know
He looked like ol’ Scrooge more so than Mr HoHo!
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a little grey Pinto with eight kids in the rear …
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