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'Twas the day before the Sunday of the Fathers of Nicaea, and some Jehovah's Witnesses come to my door. As usual, when they come, I was in a state of partial undress, and hadn't prayed yet today to boot (I slept late and was lazy), so I didn't answer the door, but after they left, I remembered what we're singing tonight, so I pulled out my Pentecostarion and bellowed out the stichera after them.