The pastor was prayin’
For sinners unpracticed,
Preparin’ communion
(Except for us Baptists)
And I’m in the second pew ready for healin’
When a voice next to me says “We should be wheelin’;
The ERs the place that I want to be
On Christmas Eve, o brother, why can’t you see?”
We’ll go to the ER
And wait in a line
The doctor is cranky
But the nurse is just fine!
And I’m in the lobby, a wait neverending
Let’s see what for eatin’ if this machine’s vending
We’ll trade family stories of humor and woe
On Christmas Eve, this is the season, you know?
We’ll go to the ER
And wait in a line
Await diagnosis
And hope we’re all fine.
Another fair Christmas Eve evening is ending
And we are discharged, to our ills we are tending;
And what was the diagnosis the doctor did speak?
He’s not sure what it is; you should come back next week.
We’ve gone to the ER
And now we are leaving
Merry Christmas to all!
At least while we’re breathing.
