Here's a fun blog post about Christmas:
‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through God’s house
Not a person was stirring, not even a mouse;
The wallets were hung by the pulpit with care,
In hopes that St. Pimp soon would be there;
City Business Church
It is not by grace that one enters the kingdom of heaven, but by tithing. – Damazio 3:16
Not nearly as good as our very own bloggers, as we’ve seen in the past. I think the creative among us (which would not be me) could do much better.
Something along the lines of…
But maybe if we work on it collectively, we can each add a line or phrase and come up with our very own version.
The tithe envelopes were hung in the pews with care,
In hopes that St. Malachi soon would be there;
“The tithers were nestled; all smug in their pride,
While visions of Beemers danced in their minds;
And Doug in her ‘kerchief, and Frank in his cap,
Had just put together a faith harvest trap,
When out on the butte there arose such a clatter,
Frank sprang from the desk to see what was the matter.
Away to the coffers Frank flew in a flash
Tore open the vault and counted his cash
The moon on the boob and the new-fallen snow
gave fear of no tithers for Damazio
when, what to his wandering eyes should appear,
with a passion that rivaled his hatred for queers.
A little check-writer, so wealthy & wise,
He knew in a moment it must be Malachi.
More rapid than eagles, his curses they came,
and he whistled and shouted and called them by name:
“Now Frankie! Now Dougi!
Now, Mar(k)ie and Tim!
On, Howard! On, Robert!
On, Donna and Asim!
To the top of the dome!
To the top of the butte wall!
Give cash away! Cash away!
Give cash away all!”
But not to the homeless, the poor, those in need,
instead to the pastors all caught up in greed
so up to the butte-top the curses they flew,
with a dome full of guilt trips, and St. Malachi too.
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Ooohh THAT’s how it all came together. Very nice collaboration.