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Immaculate Reception
By: Noah Eaton
12/16/05

Well, my house is older than the mountains,
and got twice as much dust,
eleven months of the year.
but once Thanksgiving rides off into the sunset,
whew, I kick right into high gear.
I run like a scalded dog,
into my tool-shed treasury,
rustle up those Christmas boxes,
with high-falootin’ cheer,
gosh golly, my heart’s all around the yard today,
it must have elasticity of shear.

Hah, some like it rainbow and some like it white,
I say, “Go wild like a peach orchard hog!”
I festoon everything from my house to my truck,
I even re-paint my entire mailbox.
Every year my youngens give me a lil’ blank stare,
Say, “Hey Pa, have you gone unglued?”
‘N I tell ‘em,
“Christmas, children, is not a date,
hey, it’s a state of mind, whew!


My philosophy is there are many anniversaries,
but Christmas only comes once a year,
so leave it to me to be the patron saint,
the neighborhood’s mouse-eared,
yuletide chevalier.
Lord knows I’m trying to become as sounding brass,
like a tingling cymbal,
hah,
my charity got your attention.
Hail Mary, meek and lowly, pure and holy,
rise with my immaculate reception,
whee hee!

Well never mind about the size of your Christmas tree,
in the eyes of all children,
they’re over 30 feet tall.
I even did extensive research,
on exactly who Parson Brown is,
and decorated my front-lawn scarecrow
like Apostle Paul!
Why I even hired a Saskatchewan Entrepreneur,
named Shirelle Qu'Appelle,
to craft custom-made,
unassembled snowmen for sale!
I even spent nineteen hours
inflating a thirty-seven foot snow globe,
when it was cold like a well digger’s tail!

You better believe my shug,
is on the bandwagon too,
she makes a warehouse of a weaving loom.
crafting cashmere sweaters for Sunday school pupils,
she even hands them out like play money,
at billiard saloons.
I’ve proclaimed the Gloucestershire Wassail since Labor Day,
I wear candy-cane pajamas and elf shoes,
every early-evening jog,
A Jesus thief even stole,
my nativity scene last week,
I just laughed and said,
“Spread the word, good man,
and don’t forget some of my spiced egg nog!”

My philosophy is there are many anniversaries,
but Christmas only comes once a year,
so leave it to me to be the patron saint,
the neighborhood’s mouse-eared,
yuletide chevalier.
Lord knows I’m trying to become as sounding brass,
like a tingling cymbal,
hah,
my charity got your attention.
Hail Mary, meek and lowly, pure and holy,
rise with my immaculate reception,
whee hee!

My philosophy is there are many anniversaries,
but Christmas only comes once a year,
so leave it to me to be the patron saint,
the neighborhood’s mouse-eared,
yuletide chevalier.
Lord knows I’m trying to become as sounding brass,
like a tingling cymbal,
hah,
my charity got your attention.
Hail Mary, meek and lowly, pure and holy,
rise with my immaculate reception,
whee hee!


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Mother Teresa

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In every write a smile and  glad tidings! latearrival/jo
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