We are holding
An open stable
Just moved in
To your neighbourhood
We'd like to invite you
To a Christmas table
We'd love you to come
Bad and Good
Come as you are
In onesy, tracksuit
Or Sunday best
Come, if you like,
In your birthday suit
You wont be under dressed
The guest of honour
will be naked too
If you pick him up
He may puke on you
He may poke your eye
And smell of poo
But he is completely
Accepting of you,
What's that you say,
How vulnerable you feel
When going to a strangers'
For a sit down meal
Well the son of God
Knows exactly how you feel
But dining at the stable
Being vulnerable’s the deal
But it's worth it for the food
And you wont ever be misconstrued
So Come all ye faithless
Broken and despondent
O Come ye,
O Come ye,
To Bethlehem.
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