A Creek Christmas Carol
[Away In A Manger - revisited]
Where Dave is the ranger
And Tom is the mayor
The saloon is open
And Milt gambles there
On high in the night sky
A star ’bove the church
The beacon of Soup Creek
To aid in the search
An old passing stranger
Had let it be heard
That a babe would be found
And his name was the word
Now, Mark was the sheriff
He closed the saloon
And Jenna, quite frankly
Wasn’t over the moon
She said find that baby
And find it real soon
My bar can’t be closed
While this night has a moon
In the church they found him
And o what a fright
That poor baby’s young face
Was smeared with Marmite
But Tom said Stand clear men
That God-awful pong
We thought was yeast extract…
It seems we were wrong
Copyright © Terry Flood | Year Posted 2022
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