Twas the night before Christmas
And packed was the Mass.
Not a creature was stirring?
Not even a chance.
The cars were all parked
In imaginative places
For in the small lots
There were no more spaces
And many a wife
To her husband thus talked
“We parked so far away
We could have just walked”
All the people were stuffed
10 or 12 to a pew
Perched 2 to a chair
Such a crowd the Mass drew.
Each grown up was fussing
With some consternation
Trying to follow
The new Mass translation.
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