fandomtownies | Caritas, Wednesday Night

Shake that thang.

Robin hopped up on the stage, and without preamble, began to play and sing (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t_KiHRHwaAs).

"Amber called her uncle, said "We're up here for the holiday
Jane and I were having Solstice, now we need a place to stay"
And her Christ-loving uncle watched his wife hang Mary on a tree
He watched his son hang candy canes all made with red dye number three
He told his niece, "It's Christmas eve, I know our life is not your style"
She said, "Christmas is like Solstice, and we miss you and it's been awhile"

So the Christians and the Pagans sat together at the table
Finding faith and common ground the best that they were able
And just before the meal was served, hands were held and prayers were said
Sending hope for peace on earth to all their gods and goddesses

The food was great, the tree plugged in, the meal had gone without a hitch
Till Timmy turned to Amber and said, "Is it true that you're a witch?"
His mom jumped up and said, "The pies are burning," and she hit the kitchen
And it was Jane who spoke, she said, "It's true, your cousin's not a Christian..."

At that point Robin paused and added;

"Or a Jew or a Muslim, or a Bhuddist or any number of countless religions that aren't Christian but aren't affiliated with Witchcraft.

"But we love trees, we love the snow, the friends we have, the world we share
And you find magic from your God, and we find magic everywhere"

So the Christians and the Pagans sat together at the table
Finding faith and common ground the best that they were able
And where does magic come from, I think magic's in the learning
Cause now when Christians sit with Pagans only pumpkin pies are burning

When Amber tried to do the dishes, her aunt said, "Really, no, don't bother"
Amber's uncle saw how Amber looked like Tim and like her father
He thought about his brother, how they hadn't spoken in a year
He thought he'd call him up and say, "It's Christmas and your daughter's here"
He thought of fathers, sons and brothers, saw his own son tug his sleeve saying
"Can I be a Pagan?" Dad said, "We'll discuss it when they leave"

So the Christians and the Pagans sat together at the table
Finding faith and common ground the best that they were able
Lighting trees in darkness, learning new ways from the old, and
Making sense of history and drawing warmth out of the cold"

Drinking: good for what ails you.

Robin was in his usual bouncy mood...actually no, he was bouncier than usual. It was probably the snow.

He was wearing a tiny blue parka, and carried his banjo slung over his shoulder. "Hi Faith!"

Faith lifted an eyebrow. Fuzzy talking frog. Huh. Either the liquor was kicking in early, or this island just kept getting weirder.

No reason not to do her job. "Hey. What can I get for ya?"

"Do you have Hot Chocolate?"

Right. Frog wanted some hot chocolate. What else would he be drinking, right?

"Guess I can scrounge some up. There some local tradition of spiking it, or you just ... want hot chocolate?" Really, never hurt to ask.

Robin had never had anything alchoholic. Not even champagne on New Years. The idea at once intruiged, and frightened him. "Uhm, just the hot chocolate this time, thanks."

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