Christmas Band
With that burlap suit, so bland
And scotch whiskey in your hand
You tell me, "strike up the band"
Canary on her shoulder
She was feeling much bolder
So, we finally took up a stand
Then along came this stranger
Mumbling "baby in a manger"
He wanted to understand
The music was getting loud
We started to draw a crowd
My mother, she never looked so proud
poem by Paul H Nelson
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