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Every year with Christmas coming in a park near Forest Lake,
the Lion’s Club and Rotary Club help to add to Christmas cheer
by organizing something special for the district to partake,
along with all the different church leaders mingling with us here.

There are many, who like me, that never see the inside of a church,
so there is rarely any contact with the folk who speak for God,
but on the special day of mingling, nobody has to search
to find any church’s leader or junior members of their squad.

And when I was in a lookout that held a calming water view,
as well as glancing back upon a loud and happy Christmas crowd,
I could feel what a Christmas means to all these gathered folks I knew,
and to be amongst a combined throng makes one feel a little proud.

I was joined up in the lookout by a chuckling jovial pair,
who decided here with me was quiet enough to lunch and swap a tale.
They introduced themselves to me as Rabbi Spitz and Father Hehir,
before unwrapping their sandwiches and pouring tea that looked like ale.

Their banter was relentless as they tore apart each others habits,
and mentioned hidden skeletons that would curl the devil’s hair.
I learned that Priests are only human and Jews can breed like rabbits,
before debating turned onto a sandwich that sat on the table there.

Father Hehir opened up one sandwich before he taunted Rabbi Spitz,
“this smoked baked ham is delicious, you really ought to try some,
but your religion won’t allow that; pick up some in your mitts;
you don’t know what you’re missing; go on, it won’t hurt you to succumb.”

But Rabbi Spitz just shook his head, and left the Father babbling on.
“I can’t understand your thinking, smoked baked ham is beyond compare,
so Rabbi, when are you going to reject, your religions con?”
Then Rabbi Spitz smirked with a winner “At your wedding Father Hehir.”
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