Monthly Archives: December 2015

‘Twas the day before Christmas

‘Twas the day before Christmas, when on Brickwall Farm
The Old Dairy was open, and things were not calm;
The instruments were placed by the door with care,
In hope their new owners soon would be there;

The guitars were nestled all snug in their cases,
While Django was playing in all the right places;
With gypsy, flamenco, and classical too,
And BeBops, and Southpaws, guitars all brand new.

When out in the yard there arose such a clatter,
We sprung from the chair to see what was the matter.
Away to the door we ran in a dash,
Flung open reception and were out in a flash.

We looked outside Sandarac and what did we see?
But people in cars, filled with hope, joy, and glee;
Who couldn’t rely on, at this time of year,
The Post Office for their gifts to appear.

We loaded the cars with the gifts large and small
With all the things not found in a mall.
The folks looked pleased as they drove out of sight
So Happy Christmas to all, and to all a Good Night!

With sincere apologies to Major Henry Livingston Jr

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