Tuesday, December 24, 2013

'Twas The Night Before Christmas

‘Twas the service before Christmas and all through the Church
Not a seat was left open, unless in the front row you did search.
The wreaths were all hung by the alter with care
In hopes to attract a wandering stare.
The men were all dressed in ties and fine suits
While the women wore dresses, sweaters, and boots.
Once everyone was snuggled in the pews nice and tight,
“A blue Honda civic, you’ve left on your lights”.
The mass began with much incense they showered
Perfume was pointless, for now ‘twas overpowered.

The readings were read like they were every year
By the same man with the same jolly cheer.
And then on to the singing, and then praying did come
All the sitting and standing got confusing for some.
It was obvious who was a regular, and who was not
But regardless, the same message was what they all sought.
The homily was short while communion, not so much
But the message of Jesus, my heart it did touch
And then… Wait… incense again? I wondered why
It was already in my throat and all in my eyes

Then my favorite part, the song 'Oh, Holy Night'
The blonde opera singer always sings it just right
She sounds like an angel when she sings during mass
And I’m pretty sure she could go high enough to break glass.
Mass came to an end and home people did go
Kids excited for Santa; their faces aglow.
Now I too will go to bed, for this poem I must leave
I can’t blog all night because it’s Christmas Eve!
One more thing I will share with you, if I might...
Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!

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