In a town called Holland, where joy would freely flow,
Lived a man named Bob Ko, quite the show.
Like the Stooges' scheme in Christmas lore,
He stole the cheer, then asked for more.
With a grin so sly, he took the lights,
And left behind the festive nights.
He hid the stars, and dimmed the tree,
As if he’d claim the joy for free.
But hearts were warm despite his plot,
For Christmas spirit couldn’t be bought.
The townsfolk sang with voices bright,
And Bob Ko, we pray, saw the true delight.
In the end, we pray, he learned the Christmas cheer,
Is shared in love, not held near.
