A Pastafarian ChriFSMas song.
And in the beginning there was nothing but His noodliness
And so He created trees and mountains but He did not rest
Into this fantastic awesome world a little midget was born
To procreate and roam the land and sea for evermore
And ever since He watches us with eyes of infinite grace
His noodly appendage touches us, a transcendental embrace
Awaiting a beer volcano and a stripper factory
We savor this world in His accord like pirates at open sea