A CHRISTIAN HUMOR
All that Christian caterwauling about
stars and times and lights and angels
really makes me laugh on a Christmas
night. Angels on the head of a pin
could do me no better. And had I
believed we could rise from the
dead - in a most theatrical way -
I'd have surely seen that play by
now. Or written one anyway.
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Some Hebrew playwright would
have hit on that already - 'Live,
on Broadway!' songs and chains
and chimes and names. But, alas,
now slower than a Conestoga
wagon in a drama about going
west, nothing's ever changed
about this story.
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'Born in a manger, died, and was
buried; rose - like Lazarus? -
in three days from the dead. As
I recall that's all they've ever read.
Lines of them, on a Christmas night;
trying to enter a church in the light
thrown by a silvery moon with a
sleigh full of ice - of toys and
promises and smiles and nice.
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If that's all it takes to get me to
Heaven, I'll meet you tomorrow
at the 7-11. We'll throw down a
brew, and say a few prayers. What
happens after that...well, really
who cares?
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