MONDAY-SUNDAY
December 24-January 6, 2002
volume 12, no. 162

Twas the Night of the Clutter!

    With apologies to Clement Moore we present a 33-stanza parody on his traditional poem "'Twas the Night Before Christmas" to show that nothing is traditional anymore in the post-conciliar Church.


      'Twas the night of the Clutter and all through the church
      Not a creature was kneeling, leaving Christ in the lurch.
      The banners were hung from the sterile walls with care,
      In hopes that it pleased man in that space over there.

      We sprang to our senses, disturbed by all the clatter;
      Why have so many forgotten what really matters?
      We strove to seek how this all could have taken place
      Of just why the liturgy so drastically changed its face.

      Novus Ordoers were nestled all snug in their seats,
      In hopes that Father wouldn't forget to bless the wheat.
      He usually did that right along with the wine
      For he assumed to offer them together was fine.

      When in the Missale Romanum 'twas not hidden
      To always go by the book - all else was forbidden.
      To alter anything that would change the Holy Mass
      Would result in a new rite that is really quite crass.

      The moon 'neath Mary's heel was invaded by satan,
      Lurking in the darkness the devil was waitin'
      To enter the sanctuary after many decades at last;
      The Leonine prayers were gone. The die was cast.

      With Paul's blessing eight architects of the New Order
      Ignored the wisdom of past Pontiffs and Conciliar borders.
      They tweaked and tinkered to please the Protestant
      Forgetting the absolute warning issued at Trent.

      To change anything would 'incur the wrath of God,'
      Meant nothing to Bugnini and the periti who trod
      On sacred traditions and the sacraments so divine;
      A new day was dawning, no need now to toe the line.

      Enabled by the jolly Pope John and Paul VI - no Pio Nono,
      Certain prelates warned and cried "Please! Oh, No! No!"
      From Ottaviani to Lefebvre to Siri, too,
      Those clinging to the Traditions were few.

      In marched lucifer, a haze of smoke he did show
      How could anyone back then be expected to know
      What was planted in the minds of gullible people?
      Time to renovate the altar - take down the steeples.

      Move the Tabernacle out, the communion rail, too.
      Then face the crowd and circle around like a zoo
      Statues and devotions are passe, old icons must go.
      Thus overnight the sanctuary was transformed. Oh woe!

      The saints no longer twinkled, so barren were the walls
      The nave was so gutted, but that was not all.
      Soon gender meant nothing as they all rushed
      To take the priest's role, equality they gushed.

      Neo-Catholics sprang to their feet, kicking out the kneelers
      Embracing the New Mass as daring free-wheelers.
      Away from sound doctrine the post-conciliar Church flew
      Leaving flocks of wondering sheep so confused in the pew.

      From pastor to bishop, and yes, the Pope, too,
      Continued the course of change begun in sixty-two
      A closing of eyes, a twist of words and it all lead
      To the fact that we truly had something to dread.

      Ecumenism was the mask to qualify globalization.
      Though most Catholics were numb to the liberalization.
      They spoke many words, ambiguity ruled the works
      Filling minds with half-truths. Powerful were the perks.

      Perpetual Adoration gave way to perpetual commotion,
      All are presiders - even offering their own special potion.
      As they belt out songs once considered so profane.
      A community celebrating self. Truly insane!

      "Damn the torpedoes," many cried, "full speed ahead!"
      "Forget the altar - we'll eat at the table instead."
      They could do whatever they wanted in this New rite,
      Now reverence and silence are gone. Noise rules each site.

      They flood the aisles to receive the host and cup all in rote,
      A half hour of Confessions each week - "It's enough!" they quote.
      Mortal sin! What is that? Truly they have no clue.
      The absolute truths have been hidden from their view.

      Everything has been condensed in the New Mass
      The saints wouldn't recognize it. We, too, shall pass.
      If only 40 years ago we could see how this new innovation
      would scatter and confuse souls from every single nation.

      More rapid than vultures Paul's 'wish' became law
      And the longer he lived he regretted the mess he saw.
      Yet instead of returning to the Tridentine Mass so true,
      He continued the course which the faithful would rue.

      So the abuses were unleashed from then until now;
      Those out to destroy the Church, oh they would furl your brow.
      Now, Modernists! Now, Liberals! Now, Feminists and Freemasons!
      Now, Heathens! Now, Atheists! Now, Progressivists! They all hasten.

      To the top of the Church, to the tops of sees all,
      They sought so vigorously to tear down the walls
      That few realized the wreck-o-vation is continuous.
      Dash away! Dash away! They cry, steely and sinuous.

      Once Latin was the official universal tongue.
      Then Babel was rebuilt on the theories of Jung.
      Psycho-babble slithered in so humans could be free
      To force "Liberty, Equality, and Fraternity."

      Yes, the French Revolution invades once more,
      This time within Holy Mother Church it does bore.
      What was wrong and sinful in the past is now okay.
      What was right and virtuous is considered passe.

      Tradition is looked upon as dying on the vine
      "Soon it will be long gone. Victory will be mine,"
      Smirk egos who've managed to bury it so deep
      Not realizing Our Lord's charge of thy brother you keep.

      As dry leaves that before the infernal bonfire burn,
      When truth is compromised few on this course will learn
      That the more that absolutes are diminished and put aside
      The quicker the great foundation of the Rock will slide.

      And then, in a twinkling, it started to occur
      That only a remnant of the faithful were sure
      Of the unchangeable teachings of the True Church
      For many refused so stubbornly to do the research.

      For the long night of the clutter does poison and falter
      The truths taught for 20 centuries on the Holy Altar.
      To convince all that one faith was as good as the next
      They did this quite handily by changing the text.

      From changing the Consecration of the Holy Sacrifice
      By the mere words 'pro multis' to 'for all' they did entice
      Many to let down their guard and allow the devil in.
      Pretty soon few knew the difference between good and sin.

      And laying the traditions aside in hopes they'd be lost,
      They would do anything to cover-up, no matter the cost.
      The corruption has continued well past the Jubilee.
      Yet so many have been blinded, so few really see:

      That what today passes as the Mass of the Roman Rite
      'Tis merely a Protestant service for which Luther did fight.
      Please bring back the Tridentine Mass, so tried and so true,
      Which St. Pius V decreed must be said in perpetuity, too!

      For Christmas to truly mean something we must return
      To the Teachings which before Vatican II we did learn.
      If it was right and proper for 20 centuries plus,
      Then why o'er the last 4 decades has there been so much fuss?

      Tis a question asked by those who seek true reverence
      Yet lo they are treated as if they were in severance.
      Where in truth, to the Faith the faithful remnant cleave
      While from the Primacy of Peter so many do leave.

      And we can hear the angels' words from Scripture so clear
      To have great care for souls who of God's wrath do not fear.
      On that Silent Night the angels did exclaim on the hill:
      "Glory to God in the highest...on earth peace to men of good will."



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December 24-January 6, 2001
volume 12, no. 162
Traditional Thoughts
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