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PeaceBang posted a little story about a Christmas ham past, and said she thought there ought to be a country western song about it. I thought I'd give it a shot.
It was the night after Christmas.
Our vestments were hung up.
There was tinsel and wrappings
all strewn on the floor.
Our preachin' was done for the evening,
and our pastoral voices were sore.
We were a couple of
tired, worn out reverends.
Eating leftover ham
without plates, knives or forks.
The tastiest meal we ever had shared
'Cause the Good Lord had got us
through Christmas once more.
When the good book is shut,
And the prayers are all done,
We breathe a sweet sigh all alone.
For a banker or salesman it's TGIF,
For a pastor it's
Thank God our sheep have gone home.
Thank you God
For my friend,
And the ham that we shared
on that Christmas Day night.
In a rickety chair with my feet up,
after church was all over
was when I saw Your light.
It was the night after Christmas.
Our vestments were hung up.
There was tinsel and wrappings
all strewn on the floor.
Our preachin' was done for the evening,
and our pastoral voices were sore.
We were a couple of
tired, worn out reverends.
Eating leftover ham
without plates, knives or forks.
The tastiest meal we ever had shared
'Cause the Good Lord had got us
through Christmas once more.
When the good book is shut,
And the prayers are all done,
We breathe a sweet sigh all alone.
For a banker or salesman it's TGIF,
For a pastor it's
Thank God our sheep have gone home.
Thank you God
For my friend,
And the ham that we shared
on that Christmas Day night.
In a rickety chair with my feet up,
after church was all over
was when I saw Your light.