Midnight Mass

There was a warmth in the snow at Christmas time Earlier we had finished our last class Steve asked if we were serving during the holidays I told him I’d see him at Midnight Mass About a half-hour walk from my house to the church On a bitter cold Christmas Eve night Snow was falling kind of heavy All the streets were white We were laughing and sliding going down the hill The road as slick as glass Steve fell and broke his glasses Better not be late for Midnight Mass We put our cassocks on and got ready Wait for the choir to sing The lens was in Steve’s pocket He couldn’t see a thing Steve went to the altar Where his candle was to be put When he went to set it down He missed the altar by a foot We finished up the service About one thirty in the morn And headed home to celebrate The day that Christ was born We were only kids then How quickly the years do pass I revive the memory each Christmas While attending Midnight Mass.