A special day for some.
No more than a weekend for others.
Little girls with bubble gum,
Hiding from their mothers.
Church hymns being sang.
Video games being played.
Church bells rang,
Preachers attempting to persuade.
People saying grace.
Dancing to the stereo.
Sharpie's doodling on a pencil case,
Writers block on a scenario.
Sunday's special in its own way,
But not always for the same reason.
Not always to pray,
Just to enjoy a silly season.
Nov 18, 2012
Nov 18, 2012 at 10:06 PM UTC
A special day for some.
No more than a weekend for others.
Little girls with bubble gum,
Hiding from their mothers.
Church hymns being sang.
Video games being played.
Church bells rang,
Preachers attempting to persuade.
People saying grace.
Dancing to the stereo.
Sharpie's doodling on a pencil case,
Writers block on a scenario.
Sunday's special in its own way,
But not always for the same reason.
Not always to pray,
Just to enjoy a silly season.
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