Christmas Eve
A Christmas Eve poem by my father, probably inspired by Jean Luc Godard’s controversial film Hail Mary.
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By Scott Bates
They came in on Interstate 93
Past a dozen signs of NO VACANCY
And finally stopped at the
Holiday Inn
Where she stayed in the car while he went in
And was politely given the information
They unfortunately had made no advance reservation
And although it was regrettable considering her condition
They were all booked up and in any case had no resident physician
So it was at Cohen’s Garage that it came about
With Cohen and his night man helping out
And some workers from the factory across the street
Bringing in beer and something to eat
And
finding the babe wrapped in a tarpaulin
And lying in a station wagon
Between
a pickup truck and a Dodge V-8
And staying all night to celebrate
So all in all it was quite a night
And she was relieved that everything went all right
And thought to
herself that it could have been worse
And welcomed him into the universe
