There is a good man in this town,
But the cold and the snow brings him down,
His memories - the best,
The Dub Irish Fest,
Recalling - he loses the frown.
If he acts like a nasty old grinch,
And the sight of him makes you flinch,
Treat him with kindness,
Perhaps you will mind less,
Though his heart grows not even an inch.
I hope that your Christmas is merry,
And your jolly St. Nick is hairy,
But remember the reason,
for this joyous season,
Is Jesus, and Joseph, and Mary.
From A Pirate Named Molly, copyright 2013, Randy Imwalle