Travelling to THE-PLACE-WHERE-THERE-IS-NO-XMAS. I am on my merry way to a place where there are songs playing in praise of the One G-d only, no songs for false gods, no praises for other gods, where there is a world free of Xmas and its damnation against Torah. I am in a world where all the Xmas songs have changed to songs praising Moses, the babe who was lifted out of the River Nile to save the world.
This infant Moses lies so peacefully in his reed basket, as we rock him to sleep, singing songs of praises where jingle bells are ringing from the hems of a Levi's vestment, to put the sweet infant to sleep.
Kissing mazuzot with clean lips, on every doorpost, kissing tzitzit as it bounces from our prayer-shawls, warming our bodies in a cold winter with tallit. The infant baby Moses is sleeping peacefully, not in a manger, but in Pharoah's daughter's arms. He has saved the world, and after him will come a Messiah to finish off his good works.
Love and kisses blown your way, baby Moses, we will praise the One G-d, together, and never praise a false Messiah. The dear Prophetess Rachel was buried in Bethlehem and she rests peacefully there, and is in The-World-To-Come.
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