’twas eight days before christmas and all through preschool
performers were clad in halos, santa hats and tulle.
the parents were settled all snug in the pews
with grandparents, neighbors, and of course, camera crews.
when through the side door there processed such a clatter
that the audience responding with clapping and laughter.
lining up on stairsteps according to height
was a ragamuffin choir, unselfconscious and bright!
the monkey spoke not a word as the piano intro played
then with gusto and hand motions, he assumed a gospel singer’s sway.
his voice could be heard above those of his peers,
and his tonsils could be seen during his open-mouthed cheers.
with my cheeks tear-streaked from guffawing i rose
as the monkey hugged his fans at the program’s close.
but andy said it best, ere we drove out of the lot:
“thanks for procreating with me. i love who we got!”