
A roach curled up in the corner
Fire ablaze and cinders flying
A rat in a woolly hat crocheted by Nana
All huddled up and keeping themselves comfortable
In the well-lit house of Nancy, the interior designer
Notorious not for her taste but for her dislike of germs
Who used too much bleach both on the parquet and in her perms
Though dust found its way into her festive garlands
She laid out a tray of buttermilk cookies and red and green napkins
And let out a shriek as soon as the rat greedily snatched it
“Oh Lord in Heaven, why did you let this beast in my house?”
And Jesus came down, trickling with light, and put his loving hand on her forehead.
“Beloved Nancy, Christmas is to be shared, from small creatures to giants
They are all welcome to celebrate and realize that I cared
Not only for the decorated trees, baubles, and cheer
But for everyone in the world, far and near.”
As soon as Jesus left, Nancy looked at her unwelcome guests
Scrunching her nose with disgust
But made them mini cups of hot cocoa with marshmallows
And let them litter her pristine house with fairy dust
The spirit of this holiday can be found in cheesy movies
Gorgeous decorations and in your loved ones’ eyes
In the beauty of a Church or the last drops of sunlight
But meeting new friends is probably the greatest Christmas delight.
This was written by our contributing writer, Suzanne Latre.
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