Twas the night before Christmas when all through the Church

Not a youth was there stirring. Not even to lurch.

The Chrismons were hung on the tree with great care

In hopes that disciples soon would be there.

When out in the parking lot, there arose such a clatter.

I jumped up from my desk to see what was the matter

Away to the security cams I flew like a flash

Unlocked Janet’s door and upon it did mash.

The grayness of video I saw on the screens

Gave a luster of street lights to things in between

When what to my wondering eyes should display

But a crew back from Zaxby’s in a crowd of dismay

With a big happy leader to joyous and quick

I knew in a moment it must be Pastor Rick

More rapid than race cars these young ones they came

And Rick whistled and shouted and called them by name.

Now Tanner! Now Kendall! Now Branden and Carly!

Oh  Ray! Oh Brian! Oh Kathryn and Holly!

To the front of the Narthex and then to the altar!

Pray tonight! Pray tonight! And do not falter.

They spoke not a word, bowed their heads as they prayed.

And upon the railing an offering they laid.

Then giving the alter rails one little push,

They rose from the church without even a shush.

They sprang to their cars, to their ‘rents gave a text,

And away they all drove onto what happens next.

But we heard them exclaim as they drove out of site:

“Merry Christmas Youth Leaders for you bring the Light!”