The Prayer
By Don Janssen
It was the best of all worlds. My brother Dick and I would have a sandwich and wax the runners on our sleds. We always had snow at Christmas in Wenatchee. ” See you at church!” we yelled at Mom and Dad. Then, we ran and flopped our sleds on the frozen street. We picked up speed all the way across town and whirled into the snowy church yard. In a moment Dick was practicing his rogue choir singing: “We Three Kings of Orient Are tried to smoke a loaded cigar. It was loaded and exploded blasting us all afar.” Miss Spring, our Sunday School teacher, warned Dick and the cohorts; “If you sing that song, you’ll explode alright and I’m the one who’ll blow you up !” She had a red hot temper.
