A Nursery Rhyme For Advent

Joyous angels an entire night spent, singing with flutes they ceased to relent. Shepherds lowly pitch their dusty tent. A story indeed reminiscent of ageless advents when we all went to sing in churches in wintry Kent. In fright we gazed at Santa's beard length, in a speed sleigh drawn by the Elks' strength. We sought more fun for an extra cent. But after pleasure we did repent, speaking solemn words of a good gent: 'Oh, what a pleasant time in advent, to usher in the infant God sent.'