By: Joe Ray
I received a very sad email last night from Santa Claus stating due to the very high terrorist level this year, I’m staying home for Christmas, so please don’t count on me. I’m keeping all the snow and mistletoe and presents under my tree. Christmas Eve will find me where the firelight gleams.
I’m staying home this Christmas, so please don’t count on me!
Well, needless to say, this caused me much distress and agony. Then, to add injury to insult, I received another email, but this one was from the Grinch. He stated you won’t have a holly, jolly Christmas and it will be the worst time of year. There will be no snow or mistletoe, not even one cup of cheer. You won’t have a holly, jolly Christmas and it will be the worst time of the year. There will be no snow or mistletoe, not even one cup of cheer!
You won’t have a holly jolly Christmas when you walk down the street, as friends you know will not say hello, nor will anyone you meet.
Oh ho no mistletoe, hung where you can see, nobody waits for you there, so you can’t kiss her once for me. Have a melancholy Christmas and in case you didn’t hear, there will be no holly, jolly Christmas this year!
Well, with all this bad news coming at once, I sat in my rocking chair gazing out the window, pondering what all this means for mankind this year.
Then above the treetops on the hillside in the bright moonlight, I hear angels begin to sing. Silent night, Holy night, all is calm, all is bright, round yon virgin, mother and child, holy infant so tender and mild. Christ our Savior is born, Christ our Savior is born.
Well, after hearing this, I slept peacefully through the night, and when I arose early the next morning, I heard the bells of Christmas play their old familiar carols this day, and wild and sweet, their words repeat of peace on earth, good will to men.

So in light of all the events of the previous evening, I simply add: God rest ye merry gentlemen, let nothing you dismay, remember Christ our Savior was born on Christmas day. To save us all from Satan’s power when we were gone astray. O tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy, o tidings of comfort and joy.
There will be a Merry Christmas this year! Good night to all and all a good night!