Wishin' and Hopin'

Wishin' and hopin'

and thinkin' and praying

planning and dreaming

each night of his charms

that won't get you

When you're young,

Christmas is weld together

into a blur of jingle bells

And twinkling lights.

But the one of 1964,

The year I was

a fifth grade student

At st. Aloysius Gonzaga

parochial school,

Was when I learned

what was actually important.

I guess you could call it

the Christmas of surprises,

And I don't mean the kind

That are gift wrapped

under a tree.

It all started when I,

Felix Funicello,

Accidentally triggered

my teacher

Sister Dymphna's

meltdown.

Spit out the gum.

For this and all my past sins,

I'm heartily sorry.

"Mortal sinners:
Burning

in hell or headed there"

By Rosalie Twerski.

Lee Harvey Oswald

and jack ruby...

Murder.

Sister Dymphna,

Who was named

after the patron saint

Of sleepwalking and insanity,

Seated us by academic rank.

My best friend Lonny

was in the last row.

Having stayed back twice,

He was the oldest kid

in class

As well as the dumbest.

I was seated in front,

Second in class

to Rosalie Twerski.

Marilyn Monroe...

Suicide.

We all know a Rosalie Twerski.

Sister Dymphna,

I think you forgot

To assign homework

for the night.

Can we have more difficult

math problems next time?

These ones were too easy.

Can we add illustrations

for extra credit?

My father, of Twerski's

impressions printing,

Would be happy

to donate the materials.

Rudi Gernreich invented

the topless bathing suit.

Pervert!

Sister Dymphna,

Felix Funicello

just rolled his eyes at me.

Sister Dymphna?

Felix!

Show Ms. Twerski some respect!

Thanks a lot.

You're welcome, Dondi.

Ugh, Dondi...

A nickname I'd be stuck

with for years

Because of my undeniable

resemblance

To that adorable Italian orphan

from the comic strips.

You're nothing but a dirty,

rotten rat fink, Twerski.

I know you are,

but what am I?

She had to be taught a lesson.

And during lunch,

Lonny and I devised our plan.

What name shall we give him,

father?

Perhaps it would be all right

if we named him

After today's saint.

Very well.

It's St. Marcelino.

Psst, Felix.

You look very hungry.

I'll bring you something to eat.

Brother cookie, help me quick.

There's a scorpion out here.

Ow!

Who did that?

Marcelino!

I got some bread.

I couldn't find anything else.

I was in such a big hurry.

It touched me!

Satan, I rebuke thee!

Leave, I pray!

Save the children!

Lucifer!

Holy crap,

she finally flipped her wig.

My sister Simone had

sworn on a stack of bibles

That the sisters were

as bald as Yul Brynner.

I couldn't wait to tell her

about this.

Duck and cover, children!

Is it gone?

Yes.

Yes, it's gone.

- It was cross with me, sister.

- Oh, no, no.

- It was...

- It was a test.

Perhaps it was a test.

Are we okay?

- The children!

- Oh, very good.

The children all right?

You put the children first.

Excellent.

Thank you, gentlemen.

You may take your seats.

I don't like its mouth.

Yes, I think we're fine

to leave now.

The Kubiak twins,

Ronald and Roland,

Were raised on a dairy farm

And no strangers to taking care

of rogue bats.

We spent the rest of the day

Under the rule of St. Aloysius'

most nefarious penguin,

The enforcer,

Sister Agrippina.

This was clearly my penance

for that day's sins.

That night, Simone

and my other sister, Frances,

Had nothing but encouraging

words to calm my fears.

I heard Agrippina

once hurled a dictionary

At some kid's head for speaking

without raising his hand.

That's nothing.

I once saw her

rip Wayne walker's glasses

Off of his face

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