Hey Fellas, just wanted to wish all a very merry Christmas, and all the best for 2008... I thought I would post this over here about the usual Christmas eve shennanigans.. hope you get a chuckle
a tradition, I kinda rewrite it every year... we need to keep laughing so I thought I'd share a little story bout me and my little buddy Dan Chase....:yeah:
THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the shop
Nothing was spinning, not even a prop;
The boats were stored in their racks with care,
In hopes that racing season soon would be there;
The chairmen and racers were nestled, all snug in their beds,
While visions of rule changes danced in their heads;
And Dan in his Doo-Rag, and Me in my cap,
Had just found a lovely beer keg to tap….
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
We sprang from our barstools to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
While Dan ordered up my favorite Sour Mash
I Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
Dan finished our beers and left some cash….
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Dan heard Breast and said let’s see the show….
When, what to my watering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I from jersey thought he was some kinda d_ck, but Dan said no, he knew it was St. Nick.
I’m thinking oh yeah this boy is sick….
More rapid than eagles the drinks they came,
And we whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now, Beer! now, Wine! now, Rum and Whiskey!
We are feeling good and the barmaid is friskey!
To the top of the Bar! And let’s have a ball!
Now drink away! drink away! drink away all!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up to the roof-top Dan and I flew,
He with his martini, and me with my Brew….
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
Someone was tinkling… and the yellow snow was proof…
As I drank down my shooter, and was turning around,
Down the chimney Dan came with a bound.
He said are there any moderators around?…
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his feet,
I’m thinking geez these Kali Boyz they give me the creeps..
A bundle of bottles he had flung on his back,
I was sure the boy was mentally cracked….
He said not to worry and I went for a snack….
His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
I ran out of beer and am into the cooking sherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
I turned to him and said don’t eat yellow snow;
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his mouth,
And the smoke it smelled like tobacco from much further south;
we were lit like candles from our head to our belly,
I guess we were staggering a bit cuz our knees were like jelly.
And I laughed when I said I know what we need, we gotta have a drink with our friend Ol’ Reed…
A wink of his eye and a twist of my head,
We yelled for Ol’ reed to get outta bed….
we spoke not a word, but went straight to work,
Ol reed thought , “man who are these Jerks…
Dan was mixing drinks with care,
3 parts of bourbon and one dog hair..
And filled all the glassess; then turned with a grin,
I almost forgot one part Gin……
we drank the potion to the health of all
I was legless and starting to fall…
Reed got out his black book and was starting to call....
Dan sprang to his harley, and gave us a whistle,
He said Hop on boyz this baby goes like a missle…
So here we sit telling this tale…
from the inside of some Mexican jail, singing carols in spanish and hoping to make bail wishing a Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good-night.
a tradition, I kinda rewrite it every year... we need to keep laughing so I thought I'd share a little story bout me and my little buddy Dan Chase....:yeah:
THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the shop
Nothing was spinning, not even a prop;
The boats were stored in their racks with care,
In hopes that racing season soon would be there;
The chairmen and racers were nestled, all snug in their beds,
While visions of rule changes danced in their heads;
And Dan in his Doo-Rag, and Me in my cap,
Had just found a lovely beer keg to tap….
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
We sprang from our barstools to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
While Dan ordered up my favorite Sour Mash
I Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
Dan finished our beers and left some cash….
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Dan heard Breast and said let’s see the show….
When, what to my watering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I from jersey thought he was some kinda d_ck, but Dan said no, he knew it was St. Nick.
I’m thinking oh yeah this boy is sick….
More rapid than eagles the drinks they came,
And we whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now, Beer! now, Wine! now, Rum and Whiskey!
We are feeling good and the barmaid is friskey!
To the top of the Bar! And let’s have a ball!
Now drink away! drink away! drink away all!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up to the roof-top Dan and I flew,
He with his martini, and me with my Brew….
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
Someone was tinkling… and the yellow snow was proof…
As I drank down my shooter, and was turning around,
Down the chimney Dan came with a bound.
He said are there any moderators around?…
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his feet,
I’m thinking geez these Kali Boyz they give me the creeps..
A bundle of bottles he had flung on his back,
I was sure the boy was mentally cracked….
He said not to worry and I went for a snack….
His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
I ran out of beer and am into the cooking sherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
I turned to him and said don’t eat yellow snow;
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his mouth,
And the smoke it smelled like tobacco from much further south;
we were lit like candles from our head to our belly,
I guess we were staggering a bit cuz our knees were like jelly.
And I laughed when I said I know what we need, we gotta have a drink with our friend Ol’ Reed…
A wink of his eye and a twist of my head,
We yelled for Ol’ reed to get outta bed….
we spoke not a word, but went straight to work,
Ol reed thought , “man who are these Jerks…
Dan was mixing drinks with care,
3 parts of bourbon and one dog hair..
And filled all the glassess; then turned with a grin,
I almost forgot one part Gin……
we drank the potion to the health of all
I was legless and starting to fall…
Reed got out his black book and was starting to call....
Dan sprang to his harley, and gave us a whistle,
He said Hop on boyz this baby goes like a missle…
So here we sit telling this tale…
from the inside of some Mexican jail, singing carols in spanish and hoping to make bail wishing a Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good-night.
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