(With great apologies to Major
Henry Livingston Jr., Charles Dickens,
our third grade English teacher and too many other people to mention
here.)
'Twas the week before Christmas
and here at Babes with Blades,
no one was celebrating, we needed some Holiday Aid.
Though the stockings were hung and the tree was up, too,
Our mood was still bluer than Elvis’ suede shoes.
Suddenly our funk was disturbed
as the blades on the wall started to clatter,
we all ran downstairs to see what was the matter.
Lights flashed and mist swirled, this was NOT what we wanted,
then three spirits appeared- “Aw geez, the joint’s haunted!”
They were the spirits of
Christmas- Future, Present and Past,
it looked like this evening, though spooky, would turn into a blast.
They came bringing gifts, mistletoe and holly,
and it didn’t hurt one bit that they were cute Babes, by golly.
They said, “You’re all looking down and although we’re a bit
scary
we’ve come to help show you how to make your season merry.”
They started to work putting up decorations
most pleasant,
and when they were done with that they brought out some presents.
A sharp new sword for the
BladeMaster, polished to a bright shine,
and for our Production Manager a new DayTimer so she can keep track of
our time.
For Moriarty, the Anarchist’s Cook Book, volumes 1, 2 & 3.
A holiday Ninja suit for Ohshee, (he’s now disguised as the tree).
For Web Guy some Java Script
codes for the site that made him smile,
and for Skippy a DVD set of “Spring Break Girls Gone Wild”.
They turned to Camera Guy and instead of some loot
asked if they could raise his spirits with a Holiday Photo Shoot?
As fast as he could he set up
his cameras and lights,
and the whole crew helped out, now that they were over the frights.
The shoot was quite fun, we laughed loud and hearty,
for a bummer of a night this had become quite a party.
The hours flew by and it was
soon time for them to go
but not before they each kissed us under the mistletoe.
And we heard them call out as from sight they did fade,
