Part 1: At the King Baptist Church they liked Christmas a lot, Though Ben Block, treasurer and deacon, did not. He hated the season, the whole Christmas layout; For expense of festivities he’d issue no payout. For his reasons, of which some were known and some hidden, Many desired from his posts he be ridden. But he was the source, within this small town, Of what keeps the church living, without going down. The banker he was, and on many an occasion He saved this little church from a forced liquidation. In return, he expected to be given charge Of finances, no matter how small or how large. So too many members on him felt dependent, And stood by and let him be “superintendent.” However, unknown was his true hidden reason For despising this day and its whole merry season. It must have had something to do with his past; Regardless, his attitude was considered aghast. So now, for the vigil of Christmas approaching, The church was preparing, but Ben was encroaching. Persuasion was useless by the full board of deacons; No parties, no dramas, no lights lit as beacons— Unless for the next time the debt be too grating, That Ben pledge no surety to uplift credit’s rating.