O Little town of Menzingen,
I see that you still lie,
Can’t you see what you will reap
When Jdgment Day is nigh?
In the secret councils that see ne’er truth or light,
The hope and dreams of apostate Rome will seal your fate tonight.
O rise up all you PXers,
And join the Resistance fight,
Tis better to have Faith sans Mass,
Unlike ECD communities,
Who have long giv’n up the fight.
For Frank is spawned from Beelzebub,
A punishment from God.
Krampus will visit Frankie dear,
And save not twitch or rod.
So in the coming Yuletide
The blest Nativity,
Pray that we might all be spared
From more Frankish apostasy.
(With the cold and snow entrenched aleady in northern Alberta, the blessed seasons feel closer than they are. 8))