In the Spirit of the Season…

I take no responsibility for originating the following. I am merely passing it along…

“Top Ten Thanksgiving Hymns (you probably won’t sing)*”

“Granted, it was a few years ago, but The Mezzo Wore Mink still sets the standard for Thanksgiving pageants: The Singing Hors D’oeuvres, Miles Standish and Pocahontas, the choir dressed up as the four food groups…

And from that musical festival came:

When the Rolls are Cooked by Wanda

Up from the Gravy

Let there be Peas on Earth

What a Friend We Have in Cheeses (All our Brie and Camembert)

Blest be the Pies Combined

His Eye is on the Turkey

Come thou Font of Garlic Dressing

Take my Knife and Lima Bean

Pass me Not the Jellied Salad**

Just as I Yam

*Not sing, but unleash on unsuspecting by-standers and curse as ear-worms, perhaps.

**This version is not condoned by the Disunited Protestant Churches of the Upper Midwest. Because a jello IS a vegetable. Unless it is a fruit. But never a dessert.

 

14 thoughts on “In the Spirit of the Season…

  1. Obligatory Scripture reference for Thanksgiving is Luke 6:38, which reminds us to serve our guests generously, in order to receive the rewards of … er … faith. That’s it – faith.

    “Give, and it will be given to you: good measure, pressed down, shaken together, and running over will be put into your bosom. For with the same measure that you use, it will be measured back to you.”

    Heh.

  2. “In the Day of the Lord” turns up quite a lot at the end of ordinary time, in our parish. Fast and light hymn. On the way home I mused and worked out this addition.

    “In the Day of the Bird”

    The chorus runs:

    SPIT-TAKE WARNING! EAR-WORM WARNING!

    “In the day of the bird the feast shall run / to the dawn of impending day,
    The people who laugh and eat, await / the gravy of the Lord!”

    I will stop now instead of inflicting some outrageous verses. It just flowed on the way home, and I stopped singing extemporaneous food verses at about number seven. It’s a long commute, and sometimes the mind goes from bored to, um, fractured I guess. All y’all have passed on enough puns, fractured stories and jokes. I’m sharing back.

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