The first hotel
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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