Monday, December 13, 2010

Sappy Christmas Song 2010: Good Pastor Wendy Update

Over the weekend Reformed Catholic added two new stanzas to our 2010 Sappy Christmas Song, Good Pastor Wendy.

Our heroine finds herself in dire straits indeed as the song lurches toward a denouement: Her debit card is overdrawn, the heat in the church has been turned off and there's no cash for the traditional Christmas Baskets for the poor. What would Good King Wencelas do????

Add your stanza in the comments.....

Good Pastor Wendy won't come out
of her little study,
She is feeling very stressed
Her Christmas spirit's cruddy.
Bills stack up  upon her desk,
The choir master quit her.
Church finances are a tangled mess,
Down her cheek there falls a tear.
--Quotidian Grace


Ey oop Wendy, cheer oop lass,
Thon's bin in worser pickles;
t'snow's piled high so light a fire
let flames yon bills to tickle...
t'choir man he wore tone deaf
of very little merit
Off thee go and have a pint
and play with yonder ferrets

Hello Wendy, cheer up,
things could be worse,
it's very snowy outside so get the fire on -
burn the bills.
the choir master wasn't particularly musical,
nothing to recommend anyway.
Go and have a beer
and play with those ferrets over there instead.]

Pastor Wendy wiped her eyes,
On her Christmas stocking,
Wondering if it could be time,
Just to head out walking.
Could there be another spot,
One less aggravating?
Could it be that she should look,
For a job less ja-aaaa-ding?
--Singing Owl

Wendy left her office cold,
headed for the Starbucks.
"Double-espresso choc-o grande,
with a shot of milk, Chuck !!"
Out the door she strode that day,
sipping on her coffee.
After Christmas, she did say,
another job I'll be seeking.
--Reformed Catholic

Pastor Wendy went downtown
Thought she'd look for presents
Ran into the youth group there
They were planning nonsense
All dressed up like reindeer they
Pranced around the food court
Singing loudly all the day:
Hallelujah Chorus!

From the pet store suddenly
Came the Christmas ferrets
As their cages they did flee
Absconding with some carrots.
Pastor Wendy quickly spied
The youth group chasing after
Shoppers screamed, so horrified
What a big Dis-aaa-ster!!
  -- Quotidian Grace

Pastor's Wendy's thinking
'Bout her days in D-school
All those late-life students
Thought it's fine to switch the rules.
Stops at Borders for a look
Maybe a career change?
Gets herself an L-SAT book
Knows that now she is de-ranged!


Ey-oop lass and hasten quick
T' ferrets have escap-ed
Yonder youth group's in the nick
For their daft-like capers:
Forced 't ferrets into Mall -
They danced around the Yule tree.
Alas thon youth group's all locked up:
Charged with animal cru-el-ty.

Oh gosh, best hurry
the ferrets have escaped.
The youth group have been put into prison:
they were really rather unkind to the wee ferrets
And made them dance around the Christmas tree in the mall.
Alas, the youth group have been locked up
because ferrets are sentient beings and really shouldn't be treated with such disrespect]


Wendy thought about those kids
chasing after polecats.
Wish they had such energy
at Sunday evening youth camp.
I better go and bail them out,
then go call their parents.
So off to the precinct thus she went,
forgetting to buy presents.
--Reformed Catholic

So Wendy went back to the Manse,
turned on her computer.
Amazon, Sears and HSN,
online shopping's easier.
No ferrets running all about,
or shoppers wild expressions.
Christmas wrappings only 3 bucks,
Shipped directly to-oo them.
--Reformed Catholic

Pastor Wendy's debit card
Sadly was rejected.
Her account was overdrawn,
Her balance sheet neglected.
Christmas bonuses were naught
For Wendy or her staff
When she once asked about them,
Everyone did laugh.

Wendy sighed and went to bed,

"Its really time to leave now.

Stewardship is but a joke,

We're spending our reserves low.

Troubled dreams our Wendy had,

tossing all the night long.

May not have the he-eat on !!
--Reformed Catholic

The weeks flew by 'fore Christmas Eve,

Wendy was so busy.

Planning Advent services, 
left her in a tizzy.

Still the bills piled up each day,

Wendy was so frantic.

Will there be enough to pay,

for the food bank baskets ??
--Reformed Catholic


Nik said...

Hearken lass and look'ee here
And stop wit yonder gurnin'
Pop whippet oot o' bath right smart
If wants t'make some earnin's.
Off to 't track gang you 't now
And get that whippet running
One hunnert poon's in't 3'o'clock
And ye'll not lack for fu-un-ding.

Wendy, my sweet little mince pie pay attention
And stop pulling faces.
Go and fetch the whippet from the bath quickly
If you want to make some money.
Go to the track
And make that whippet earn its keep
I suggest you put £100 on it on the race at 3pm -
It's a 'sure thing' and you'll have all the money you need.]

Nik said...

hmmm, will she succumb to the temptation of gambling? Who is this strange Yorkshire narrator? Apart from adding sommat about coal and the wearing of flat caps, can there possibly be any more Yorkshire stereotypes? And am I wantonly thesis procrastinating?

Quotidian Grace said...

Procrastination good.

Robin said...

Surely it's time for some shepherds to show up, looking for their whippets?

Reformed Catholic said...

Yeah ... we're getting to a point where all the tragedies are bringing Wendy to the point of deep depression. Then the really sappy stuff needs to kick in ;)

Nik said...

well the potential for joy, by betting on the whippet at the 3pm race dangles before us... but as a good Scottish Presbyterian I wonder about the ethics of gambling as a bringer of joy. 'tis a tricky one, eh folks? ;)

Nik said...

Off to 't track oor Wendy went
to place a bet on't whippet.
"'Eee by 'eck a winning run
would see t' church in credit!"
But conscience is a reet rum thing:
And childer all were looking.
Lightbulb flashed inside her head -
A charity looney dooking...

Wendy went to the track
and was going to gamble rather wantonly.
"Gosh, if the dog wins
our church money problems will be over!"
But it's a bit of a bother when one has an over-active conscience...
And the children were looking - so a bad example.
She had an idea
She'd raise the money for the church via a sponsored jump into icy cold water on New Year's day.]

ceemac said...

as one who has contributed only a line or 2 through the years I am impressed by those of you who are doing full verses.

Here's something to think about that may inspire some of you.

I know whippets catch frisbees . But can a group of them fly and pull a sleigh through the air? Do nay of them have shiny noses?

ceemac said...

not nay but any

Quotidian Grace said...

You realize of course that I can't sing in Yorshire-ese....

Quotidian Grace said...

Poor addled Wendy's looking for
A good wetsuit for the ducking
Else she freezes to the core
And frigid water sucking.
Where is Santa and his sleigh
With a miracle to save her?
Throw all the kiddies' toys away
Shower her with filthy lu-u-cre!

Reformed Catholic said...

4th Sunday in Advent comes round,
Wendy is there preaching.
The usual members sit in back,
at least they're not there sleeping.
Old Josh sits in his same seat,
Never misses a Sunday.
Notices that Wendy's not,
preaching in the same way.