Christmas Spaghetti

[Verse 1] Down on the corner of Lily and Pine, Lived Miss Leora, sweet woman, kind. Didn’t have much, but she made do, With a little red sauce and a dream or two. No turkey, no ham, no sugared yams, No candied pears, no Christmas hams — Just one big pot on that old hot plate, Boilin’ noodles with love and fate. [Chorus] 🎶 Christmas Spaghetti, steam on the glass, Served with a smile, no one walked past. Rich folks, poor folks, stood in line steady, Just to get a taste of that Christmas Spaghetti. 🎶 [Verse 2] She’d stir that sauce with a wooden spoon, Singin’ gospel hymns to a cracklin’ tune. A pinch of basil, a little thyme, And a story stirred in every time. Folks came round from miles away, Bringin’ Tupperware and a plate to stay. And kids in mittens, cheeks all red, Said, “Miss Leora, is the pasta spread?” [Chorus] 🎶 Christmas Spaghetti, joy in a bowl, Filled up your belly and warmed up your soul. She had no lights, no tree all ready, But the star was her pot of that Christmas Spaghetti. 🎶 [Bridge – Spoken over music] “People think you need money to make a feast. But baby, all you need is love, garlic, and a little tomato paste.” She didn’t serve wealth… she served warmth. [Verse 3] Now every Christmas they still recall, The smell from that lil’ one-room hall. A city tradition, it came to be, Started from noodles and generosity. A plaque now hangs where her kitchen stood, It reads: “She fed the world with what she could.” And when the snow begins to fall, We swear we hear her Christmas call: [Final Chorus – Full Choir + Kids] 🎶 Christmas Spaghetti, bless her name, Simple and sacred, never the same. We lift our forks, hearts good and ready, For a holiday plate of that Christmas Spaghetti.