BOC: Holiday Wishes

[Laj Waldner]

John A Swartz wrote:
>
> O.K., I'm not the first guy to hack up the words to "'Twas the Night
> Before Christmas", and my poetry may be a little suspect, but what the
> hell... Happy Holidays to you all!!
>
> John
>
> 'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
> Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
> The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
> In hopes that Blue Oyster Cult soon would be there;
>
> The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
> While visions of guitars danced in their heads;
> And Suzy in leather, and I with some beer,
> Had just settled down for some late-evening cheer,
>
> When out on the lawn there arose such a noise,
> I sprang from the bed to see if it was the Oyster Boys.
> Away to the window I flew like a flash,
> Taking care not to hit Suzy - my arm's in a cast.
>
> The Harvest moon shining on the snow in the night
> evoked memories of mirror-balls lit by laser light.
> When, what to my wondering eyes should I spy,
> But a space ship that looked like a wheel in the sky.
>
> It flew to my house, skimming over the trees;
> I got to my feet, then fell to my knees.
> A door opened wide and a voice did exhult,
> "Here they come - from New York City - the amazing BLUE OYSTER CULT!!"
>
> And then, in a twinkling, they opened my door
> and Danny Miranda stood on the floor.
> He carried a sack the size of a gorilla.
> Then he pulled out his bass, and played the riff to "Godzilla".
>
> Then through the door came Bobby Rondinelli.
> He shook, when he laughed like a bowl full of jelly.
> With cigarette dangling from his lower lip,
> Allen Lanier next arrived from the ship.
>
> Their sound shook the house from the earth to the skies,
> I thought it would melt both my ears and my eyes.
> But as we all delighted in the sound, we all knew
> that soon we'd be greeted by the other two...
>
> Not removing his shades as he entered the room,
> in came the figure of one Eric Bloom.
> And pulling a knife from out of the sack,
> looked at Suzy saying "I'd like to see you in black".
>
> A lift of his shades and a wink from one peeper,
> Soon gave me to know I should not fear the Reaper;
> He spoke not a word, but gave me no alarm,
> carving "Good Health to You" upon the cast on my arm.
>
> Buck Dharma arrived next on the scene without fail.
> With guitar in hand, he proceeded to wail.
> With the band now complete, and with all in position,
> the sound dominated us, and we fell to submission.
>
> The music engulfed us, as we knew it would.
> We were damaged, and we liked it, and we all understood.
> They left much too soon, but after this rocking
> they left "Heaven Forbid" and "Flat Out" in our stockings.
>
> They left in their ship, and as it flew overhead
> three men in black appeared - "Don't Report This", they said.
> But I heard them exclaim, as they flew out of view,
> "HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND THE JOKE'S . . . ON YOU!!!"


SUPERB :-)! Happy Holidays everybody.

Laj.