At nursery school
Little
Paul told his teacher that
On
his way to school
He
had found a dead cat
“How
do you know?”
The
nursery teacher said
To
little Paul
“That
the cat was dead?”
“Because
it didn’t move when
I
pissed in its ear” he replied
“You
did WHAT?”
She
exclaimed in surprise
“You
know what miss,”
Explained
little Paul,
“I
leaned over and went 'Pssst'
And
it didn't move at all”
In the presence of the lowly beasts
The
prince of peace was born
And
to his earthy joyous cries
They
bowed low head and horn
The
Shepherds stood in wonder
As
the child they stood before
The
child the angel told of
Lay
before them in the straw
Countless
miles the Magi came
Having
traveled from the east
In
lavish robes they knelt before him
And
bowed lowly like the beasts
Gold,
Frankincense and Myrrh
Were
lain reverently before his stall
Precious
gifts brought from afar
For
the holy infant born for us all
The legend of James
Apostle
of the lord
And
Christ’s appointed
Son
of Thunder
Has
it that
Upon
his Martyrs death
In
Jerusalem
St
James body
Was
taken by angels
And
placed in a boat
Which
sailed, unmanned
And
rudderless
To
the Spanish coast
Where
it was enveloped
By
a massive rock
One of the twelve
James
the greater
Son
of Zebedee
Son
of Salome
Named
by Christ
With
his brother John
Sons
of thunder
A
simple fisherman
Turned
to a fisher of men
By
Jesus of Galilee
Witness
of the ascension
Who
spread the Gospels
Far
and wide
Martyred
in Jerusalem
By
King Herod Agrippa I
Feast
Day 25th July
On a battlefield in Galicia
Upon
the cry of Santiago
The
saint appeared
Upon
a steed of brilliant white
St
James the greater
Was
then transformed
From
a fisher of men
To
Santiago Matamoros,
St.
James the Moor slayer
The bells of Christmas ring out clear
On
the special day across the land
Family
and friends come together
With
warm embrace or shake of hand
Then
together answer the call to enter
The
happy faces of young and old
Of
those occupying every seat or pew
In
the church bedecked in green and gold
Lifted
the heart and warmed the soul
The
glad ragged and dapper dressed
The
cheerfully demeanoured little girls
And
little boys with hair unmessed
All
come together on Christmas day
To
share the celebration and rejoice
To
mark the birth of the baby lord
Love
and peace heard in every voice
As
in harmony the congregation sing
Heartily
in praise of Christ the King
Dear Lord please bless me with the wisdom
To understand my husband
Dear Lord please give me love in my heart
To forgive my man
Dear Lord please grant me the patience
To tolerate his funny ways
But Lord don’t give me the strength
Or I’ll kill him one day
