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From the only reliable source of Catholic news on the net, Eye of the Tiber:

 

Asking parishioners to turn to page 341 of their hymnals this past Sunday, lead cantor of St. Barbara Catholic Church asked everyone to “Please follow along as we sing ‘Baby Jesus’ to the tune of ‘Baby Shark,’” in keeping with the Christmas spirit.

“After some debate two weeks ago, we decided that, in keeping with the spirit of Christmas, we ought to sing ‘Baby Jesus’ as we have been doing during communion, but this time, to the tune of ‘Baby Shark,’” Cantor Ethel Robinson told EOTT, stating that it was her hope that the ninety-five percent of St. Barbara parishioners who struggle to keep focus during Mass will now be able to increase their attention span for at least the duration of the song.

“The Sign of Peace aside, communion is the most important part of the Mass. But people do not have trouble paying attention during the Sign of Peace. God’s grace abounds during this moment and gives each and every parishioner his strength to shake hands and to make quick jokes with their neighbor. But it’s during communion that, for some reason, people tend to lose focus. We pray that playing this catchy tune will help people to not only focus on praise, but to also not leave before Father has had a chance to mention the bake sale.”

Robinson said that in addition to Baby Shark, they will be playing “Here I Am, Lord” to the tune of “Daddy Finger” and “City of God” to the tune of “Let It Go.”

The optional lyrics to Baby Jesus/Baby Shark mashup have been kindly provided by St. Barbara Catholic Church below:

Baby Jesus, doo doo doo doo doo doo

Baby Jesus, doo doo doo doo doo doo

Baby Jesus, doo doo doo doo doo doo

Baby Jesus!

 

Mommy Mary, doo doo doo doo doo doo

Mommy Mary, doo doo doo doo doo doo

Mommy Mary, doo doo doo doo doo doo

Mommy Mary!

 

Daddy Joseph, doo doo doo doo doo doo

Daddy Joseph, doo doo doo doo doo doo

Daddy Joseph, doo doo doo doo doo doo

Daddy Joseph!

 

Here comes Herod, doo doo doo doo doo doo

 

Run away, doo doo doo doo doo doo

 

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  1. A Visit From St. Nicholas
    by Clement C. Moore
    ”Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
    Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
    The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
    In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
    The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
    While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;
    And mamma in her ’kerchief, and I in my cap,
    Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap,
    When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
    I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
    Away to the window I flew like a flash,
    Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
    The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
    Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
    When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
    But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,
    With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
    I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
    More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
    And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
    “Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
    On, Comet! on, Cupid! on, Donder and Blitzen!
    To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
    Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!”
    As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
    When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;
    So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
    With the sleigh full of Toys, and St. Nicholas too.
    And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
    The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
    As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
    Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.
    He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
    And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
    A bundle of Toys he had flung on his back,
    And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.
    His eyes — how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
    His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
    His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow
    And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;
    The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
    And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;
    He had a broad face and a little round belly,
    That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly.
    He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
    And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
    A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
    Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
    He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
    And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
    And laying his finger aside of his nose,
    And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;
    He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
    And away they all flew like the down of a thistle,
    But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
    “Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night.”

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