A Masonic Christmas Story

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  1. Blake Bowden

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    'Twas nigh afore Christmas at the Freemason's Hall
    Bethpage Lodge, the order was tall;
    Reams from Grand Lodge, a notice of motion,
    A ballot or two and a pause for devotion
    To brethren departed of the year '07,
    Plus a candidate who would soon walk the floor.
    Our own Junior Warden, when faced with the crunch
    Said, "Let's all call off and go upstairs for lunch."
    The Master replied, as Masters all do,
    Intoned in a voice reserved for the few,
    "Before we partake of the fellowship there
    Is the summons to read and a ballot to clear.
    Not to mention the candidate, he's quaking with dread
    At the stories of whether the goat has been fed."
    The Master, exhorting the brethren to work,
    A firm grip on the gavel, he turned with a jerk
    To the Secretary, putting a shine to each lens,
    Polished both to a lustre and reached for his pens.
    "It's half past the hour," the Master then winced
    At the stuff left to do and remained unconvinced
    That the evening would go as smooth as he'd hoped
    Since he'd gone to the trouble of feeding the goat.
    "Though the ballot's behind us, the notice is gone,
    Grand Lodge is finished, the work still goes on."

    The Inner Guard knew as the Tyler did too
    That knock, knock and knock was the right thing to do.
    Sidebenchers slept soundly and were only stirred
    When the crack of the candidate's knuckles was heard
    The slight groan that penetrated lips that were pursed
    Appeared to the Deacon as just a light curse.
    Onward they travel, the guide and the man
    Seeking truth and enlightenment wherever they can
    The secrets were given, the grip and the token,
    Obligation was offered, the words then were spoken.
    Though never, not once, was one heard to gloat
    As the Entered Apprentice never did meet the goat.
    The evening now ended, the candidate clear
    Junior Warden entreats from the South us to hear
    The oath we look forward to right from the start,
    "Happy to meet and sorry to part."
    Christmas had come to Bethpage that night
    As men came together under the light
    Giving freely of time as a labour of love
    As we bent to the task of the Most High above.
    To Stewards, to Deacons, the Tyler, the 'Guard
    The Wardens, the Master, who all work so hard,
    To Past Masters steady, Sidebenchers too
    To Treasurer, Chaplain, the D. of C. who
    Help carry the Lodge, year in and year out
    To your family extended, a warm Christmas time.
    Thank the G.A.O.T.U. we've run out of rhyme!

    By Wor. Bro. Laurie Lund & V.W.Bro. Ron Dixon
     

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