Where the angels did
stay
Was a Holiday Inn
On South Broadway.
They brought their
own myrrh.
They brought their
own gold.
The frankincense was
The stories they
told.
They phoned out for
shepherds,
They prayed for an
ox.
It’s a
Wonderful Life,
They watched on the
box,
But the straw in the
manger
Projected a blaze
They could see from
their room.
And it burned days
and days.
They never got
close.
They sang from afar.
And they spent all
their myrrh
On drinks at the
bar,
Till their halos
dispersed
Like the peal of a
bell,
And the stories
flowed out
From the First of
Noel.
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