A good friend sent this recollection:
And, when our son, Greg, was 5 he sang Silent Night as: “Silent Night. Holy night. Round up your virgins. . . . .” ~ Don
When we were growing up to save grocery pennies we often shopped at the Hostess outlet store. Everybody, including us, called it the Day-old Bread Store.
My next younger brother loved to run around the house just sing the end of Angels We Have Heard On High as, “In excelsis day-old bread.”