Angels came trooping through a McDonalds drive-thru,
Thousands upon thousands, five minutes before closing,
With steaming breath and “glory’s” multiplying on their lips,
as well as a hasty
“Don’t be afraid,” for the sweaty-palmed employee
Who dropped an ice coffee all over her sneakers.
“Hark the herald angels sing, find in Podunk,
drooling in a shoebox, peace on earth and King of kings.”
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