O Holy Night III
O holy night, so peaceful, dark, and quiet
We're stuffed and tipsy, each Priestess and Priest
Witches are holy, but find it hard to diet
We may not orgy, but boy, can we feast!
With stew and wassail, apples, nuts, and pumpkin
We celebrate the deepest truths of life
Please, pass the salt. Oh, taste that turkey dressing
Oh, what will we weigh after seconds on the corn
Oh, what a way to pray! On this night when God's reborn.