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A few limericks for the Christmas season:
There once was an inn with no room,
a pregnant miss, and her soon-to-be groom.
It wasn’t his son,
but he didn’t run.
For ’twas the Savior inside of her womb.
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-It’s Not Sanitary-
In the beginning of it all was the word.
Years later from heaven to earth he transferred.
Born in the hay,
With the animals he lay.
Now isn’t that simply absurd?
-The Bible Doesn’t Say That-
Some wise men arrived from afar,
The roadmap they followed a star.
We say there were three,
For three gifts there would be.
But guessing and conjecturing we are.
-Obligatory Call To Repentance-
Beautifully wrapped presents lie under the tree,
Our faces stuffed with all the food we can see.
Lots of money we’ve spent,
Yet we’re still discontent.
We might should repent —
That’s why we have Lent.
But is this really all Christmas should be?
Share a Christmas limerick of your own? Or a haiku would be equally appreciated…