T'was the evening of Christmas and inside the shul
Not a hint to be seen of the fact it was Yule
The siddurs were piled by the front door with care
In the hope that some congregants might soon be there.
But the children were nestled all snug in their beds
The Palwin's at lunchtime had gone to their heads
My wife in her sheitl and me in kippah
Had decided that shul was a mitzvah too far.
When out on the driveway there came such a clatter
I turned down the sound to see what was the matter
And grabbed the remote to adjust the TV
To the cameras on my rooftop for security.
The spotlight installed there to ward off intruders
Threw light on the image there on my computers
And what to my wondering eyes should appear?
It looks like my rabbi is visiting me here!
I knew in a moment it must be my Rav
And right there behind him, his followers came
He'd brought his own minyan and called them by name!
It's December the twenty-fifth, but it's still shobbes!'
'The rabbi is here!' 'Is it true?' 'On my life!'
'Oi vey' she replied, ''tell me how can this be?'
'Never mind that,' I said 'Help me take down the tree!'
So the rebbe and followers came to my door
They could not ring the bell - they'd be breaking the law!
A divine inspiration came down to them then -
And they struck up a chorus of 'shalom aleichem.'
Meanwhile inside of my beleaguered front door
I was rapidly sweeping up crumbs from the floor
To get rid of the signs of our afternoon's feast -
I hoped there'd be no trace of bacon at least...
'I think that they've come here to help us to daven,'
I said as with one hand I opened the oven;
With the other the turkey remains shoved inside,
Along with the pudding I needed to hide.
It remained firmly closed – the rabbi was offended
'Vos ist dos?' he exclaimed and muttered quite dimly
And decided instead that he'd come down the chimney.
My wife, quite nonplussed, simply offered a bagel
And said 'It's so lovely to welcome you here
Would you like herring on it, or simply a schmier?'
'And as for your minyan outside my front door
Maybe they'd like some kugel – I have plenty more
So bring them all in – I have so much to give
We can all have some nosh just in time for Ma'ariv'
So remember next time Christmas falls on Friday
You can't treat it just as turkey and mince pie day
And when the sun sets and the pudding's all gone
Get along to your shul and say 'Shabbat Shalom!'