This year some of the kids and kids-in-law bought a Wii game system for Mom and Dad - the perfect gift for a household that's occasionally flooded with people of three generations. Sis-in-law Zina suggested that a poem be written for the occasion.
Away in a manger,
No crib for a bed,
The little Lord Jesus,
Bored out of his head.
The stars in the sky,
Look fine for a minute,
But little Lord Jesus,
Can't see the fun in it.
The cattle are lowing,
Whatever that means,
But little Lord Jesus,
Is thinking of screens.
I love Thee Lord Jesus,
Look down at my Wii,
And help me to master
Guitar Hero III.
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