From Best of Purtan Volume 7
“The Purtan’s People Kiddie Christmas”
From Best of Purtan Volume 9
“The Krapco Christmas Catalog”
The following poem was a Christmas tradition read by our pal Morey. It was given to us by loyal listener Dan Powell of Livonia.
11:00 Mass
The snowdrift was blowing out of doors,
The drifts were piling high,
And I could see the pedestrians,
As they were passing by.
The faces of my Irish friends,
came dimly through the glass,
as they trudged the icy streets,
to worship at their Mass.
I watched awhile, went back to bed
and cuddled safe and sound,
as they braved those icy streets,
on a sacred duty bound.
I envy them, their strength of heart,
And faith that they re-new,
But on an ice-cold Sunday morn,
it’s good to be a Jew.
…And to all a goodnight!
- Dick