THE NIGHT BEFORE (a broskie) CHRISTMAS

....by Clement Clarke Moore, modified by Yosh


'Twas the night before Christmas, a buzz filled the air
Not a creature was stirring, not even Big Bear;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Stickolas soon would be there;
The Broskies were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of cheetah-hums danced in their heads;
And Oak in his headband, guitar hero rippin',
had just settled down for a quick late night schnippin',
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the couch to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
And spotted cream soda, it had to be Crash!
I hustled, Oak bustled, Snake scoffed at the thought
But look as we might, no cases were brought
When, what to our wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer!
With a tall slender driver, so lively and quick,
We knew in a moment it must be St. Stick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now, Bandits! now, Legends! now, Cougars and Bounce!
On, Red Eye! on Wingman! on Suns and Guns out!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"
I saw through the glimmer riding shotgun was Guru,
With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Stickolas too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Stickolas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in denim, from his head to his foot,
And his vans and his bluetooth were all tarnished with soot;
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
a true Bandit captain, leader of the pack.
His eyes -- how they twinkled! his shoulders how wide!
His elbows were swollen, scars covered his side!
He held a picture of Broskie he recently swiped,
Shredding a solo while posing with Pipes;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
The no-talk-rub in action; Snake shares the same quirk!
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
Up the chimney he went, he had cougars to close;
He sprang to his sleigh, he and Guru high-fived,
And away they both flew, a tradition revived.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he flew out of sight,
"A Broskie Christmas to all, and to all a good-night.

"Merry Christmas boys. Tremendous, tremendous year. I love you all.-Yosh