hahahaha
KS
On 15/02/07, joe green <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> On one Christmas Eve I was staying up late.
> Reading and reading. Ah, Nineteen Fifty Eight!
> Under the covers. By a Scout flashlight's beam.
> The immortal poesy of a Midsummer Night's dream.
>
> But I knew I was in trouble. The reason's because
> I kinda liked Jesus but I loved Santa Claus.
>
> Ah, I remember as through a black mist
> That Jesus was very far down on my list:
> I loved "Famous Monsters" my Davy Crockett lampshades,
> Sugar Ray Robinson and Gillette Blue Blades.
> I liked Classic Comics and wasn't too fancy:
> Loved Mutt and Jeff but couldn't stand "Nancy."
> I hated Johnny De Matteo. But I loved his bike.
> Liked to sleep on the patio and I didn't like Ike.
> Loved "Highway Patrol" and really loved "Topper."
> If he'd been around I would have liked Dennis Hopper.
> I'd read the Iliad and liked that madman Achilles
> Loved Chico Fernandez-- shortstop for the Phillies.
> Liked watching my neighbor Maria Cantonese
> Run screaming from me with my jarful of bees.
> Liked the Lone Ranger and, of course, Rin Tin Tin.
> Liked that old movie about Gunga Din.
> I knew I was screwed up. Knew I was wrong.
> But Jesus was nothing compared to King Kong.
>
> But I knew I was in trouble. The reason's because
> I kinda liked Jesus but I loved Santa Claus.
>
> But that Christmas Eve I was reading the Bard.
> Went to bed early. It always was hard
> Waiting for all of those hours to pass
> Until my Mom and my Dad came back from Mass.
> Santa wouldn't arrive until they went to bed
> "I heard there's a storm." My Uncle Joe said.
> "He'll probably make it but I thought you'd like to know
> That he's stuck in a blizzard up near Buffalo."
> So I went up to bed and he said "Good Luck!"
> And I stayed awake reading about Bottom and Puck.
> The turned off the flashlight. My thoughts were so far
> From our savior Jesus and the Christmas star.
>
> Then…what was that sound? I turned on my pillow.
> Looked out the window. It was Donna Fruillo.
> Undressing! She must have forgotten to put down the shade!
> Donna Fruillo! She was in the tenth grade.
> The light went of in a flash but I saw what I saw.
> Donna was naked! Was naked! And all
> Thoughts of Christmas. Of Santa. The Bard!
> Disappeared in an instant. Something was…hard.
> This was so strange! And then my little hand
> Crept under the covers as an angel band
> Wept and cried out! But, what did I know?
> I said to myself. "This is what Heaven's like, Joe.
> Grace directly from Jesus!" I finished and then
> Prayed to Lord Jesus for it to happen again.
>
> What a discovery! And that Christmas day.
> I found many fine reasons to lie down and pray
> Up in my bedroom behind my locked door.
> If I had known about this…I would have loved Jesus before!
>
> Again and again I was open to Heaven.
> Again and again. My record was seven
> Times in one night. I just offered a prayer
> And thought of Oh Donna and Jesus was there.
>
> But then all was ruined. On that New Year's Eve
> I told Johnny Doan how I'd come to believe.
> How Jesus saved me. How my soul he did win.
> And Johnny said gravely "That's a mortal sin.
> Right now you are headed directly to Hell."
> And I looked right at him and told him "Oh, well.
> I guess I can go to hell if I wanna."
>
> And I cried out nightly "Oh, Donna! Oh, Donna!
>
>
>
>
> ---------------------------------
> Access over 1 million songs - Yahoo! Music Unlimited.
>
|