Posted: February 26, 2000 12:40 pm
Posted By BobRob
Twas the Night before Christmas
by Bob Robertson
Twas the night before Christmas
And all through the house
Us creatures were stirring about
feeling quite soused.
The keets were all tucked
In thier beds with shut eyes
With visions of bananas and mangoes
All piled to the sky.
With I in my skivies
And Ma in my lap,
The last thing we were thinking of
Was a long Winter's nap.
When out on the ocean
We spied our own vision.
I sprang from my chair
Ma kerplunked and was wishin'....
I hadn't done that
)
When what to my rum hazy eyes should appear
But a 30 foot Whaler full of Parrothead gear.
The Captain looked familiar
As he flashed that great grin
And I knew in an instant
'Twas Bubba Claus, sans fins.
He came through the front door
And opened his poke,
Pulled out his Martin
And without a coax
He jammed for us there
And then started to call
All the Reefers to join him
And jam for us all.
"Oh Fingers and Robert
And Utley and Jim.
Hey Roger and Peter,"
I heard him call them.
With winos that I know
And fruitcakes galore
'Twas indeed a merry Christmas
On the Atlantic shore.
And I heard him explain
As he sailed out of site,
"Mele Kalikimaka to all
And to all a good night
Twas the Night before Christmas
by Bob Robertson
Twas the night before Christmas
And all through the house
Us creatures were stirring about
feeling quite soused.
The keets were all tucked
In thier beds with shut eyes
With visions of bananas and mangoes
All piled to the sky.
With I in my skivies
And Ma in my lap,
The last thing we were thinking of
Was a long Winter's nap.
When out on the ocean
We spied our own vision.
I sprang from my chair
Ma kerplunked and was wishin'....
I hadn't done that
) When what to my rum hazy eyes should appear
But a 30 foot Whaler full of Parrothead gear.
The Captain looked familiar
As he flashed that great grin
And I knew in an instant
'Twas Bubba Claus, sans fins.
He came through the front door
And opened his poke,
Pulled out his Martin
And without a coax
He jammed for us there
And then started to call
All the Reefers to join him
And jam for us all.
"Oh Fingers and Robert
And Utley and Jim.
Hey Roger and Peter,"
I heard him call them.
With winos that I know
And fruitcakes galore
'Twas indeed a merry Christmas
On the Atlantic shore.
And I heard him explain
As he sailed out of site,
"Mele Kalikimaka to all
And to all a good night