There
once was a limerick writer
Who
married a girl to delight her
      And she bore him six sons 
      Who grew up all at once 
With
a story to tell, a good-nighter. 
Soon
Burnell drives to school in his Chevy 
While
Amanda is with baby Bevy 
      He’ll be training to lead 
      At a Wal-Mart in need; 
Where
he’s hired as a de-partment heavy. 
       
And
in Oregon Ill  there are four: 
Andy,
Kristy, and two children more: 
Sarah’s six-fest will find 
David two years behind, 
Spreading
laughter and giggles galore. 
Then
there’s Peter who’s at semin-ary. 
Like
his father before him? Yes, very. 
      At the very same place 
      Learning of the same grace 
Of
the Lord Jesus Christ born of Mary.  
Then
there’s John, with Alissa, at Whiteman— 
In Missouri,
he works for Stealth Fightmen— 
      Oops, I gave it away! 
      It’s a secret, ok?; 
Well,
not really, but really all right, man. 
Worker Joe is now into
construction 
Making diagrams for the
production 
            Of farm buildings, we’re told 
            And although it’s not gold, 
It’s a pretty good bang for
the buck, son.  
On the jazz trumpet Michael
plays well, 
And at Eastern they do think
he’s swell, 
            In his junior year now, 
            He expects to learn how 
All the talent he offers will
sell. 
And they all will be coming
for Christmas, 
Turning this empty house to
an isthmus, 
            Where the kids run and play 
            On our festival day 
As the fam’ly rejoices in
blissness. 
For you’ve all heard the
angelic chorus, 
Praising Christ who was
humbly born for us, 
            To redeem us from sin 
            And make room in the inn 
(In the church, and in
heaven, all glorious). 
Oh rejoice with this limerick
writer! 
For what binds us together
the tighter 
            Is that we can rejoice 
            Upon hearing the voice: 
Christ is born! For no light
could be brighter! 
God
rest ye merry, this Christmas 2013 and always 
– the Eckardt family 
There
once was a limerick writer
Who
married a girl to delight her
      And she bore him six sons
      Who grew up all at once
With
a story to tell, a good-nighter.
Soon
Burnell drives to school in his Chevy
While
Amanda is with baby Bevy
      He’ll be training to lead
      At a Wal-Mart in need;
Where
he’s hired as a de-partment heavy.
And
in Oregon Ill  there are four:
Andy,
Kristy, and two children more:
Sarah’s six-fest will find
David two years behind,
Spreading
laughter and giggles galore.
Then
there’s Peter who’s at semin-ary.
Like
his father before him? Yes, very.
      At the very same place
      Learning of the same grace
Of
the Lord Jesus Christ born of Mary. 
Then
there’s John, with Alissa, at Whiteman—
In Missouri,
he works for Stealth Fightmen—
      Oops, I gave it away!
      It’s a secret, ok?;
Well,
not really, but really all right, man.
Worker Joe is now into
construction
Making diagrams for the
production
            Of farm buildings, we’re told
            And although it’s not gold,
It’s a pretty good bang for
the buck, son. 
On the jazz trumpet Michael
plays well,
And at Eastern they do think
he’s swell,
            In his junior year now,
            He expects to learn how
All the talent he offers will
sell.
And they all will be coming
for Christmas,
Turning this empty house to
an isthmus,
            Where the kids run and play
            On our festival day
As the fam’ly rejoices in
blissness.
For you’ve all heard the
angelic chorus,
Praising Christ who was
humbly born for us,
            To redeem us from sin
            And make room in the inn
(In the church, and in
heaven, all glorious).
Oh rejoice with this limerick
writer!
For what binds us together
the tighter
            Is that we can rejoice
            Upon hearing the voice:
Christ is born! For no light
could be brighter!
– the Eckardt family
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