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'Twas the Week
Before Christmas
(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 here at Babes with Blades,
no one was celebrating, we needed 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, our dull evening was shattered,
The swords on the walls had all started to clatter.
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, although 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 make your season more merry.”
They started to work putting up decorations most pleasant,
and when 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
new codes for the site that made him smile,
and for Skippy a DVD set of “Spring Break Girls Gone Wild”.
They then turned to Camera Guy, but instead of some loot
said they'd 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 t'was soon time for them to go
but not before they kissed each of us under the mistletoe.
And we heard them call out as from sight they did fade,
But wait, you say, there
was one more ghost, a spirit most gnarley,
Scrooge's old partner, who went by the name of Marley.
No, not that one, you
dope (although it was all in good jest)
the spirit who appears here is our very own Tempest.
So click on
below and be prepared to stay for a while,
as on your faces we hope to place quite a smile.
One last thing we should say, as quite well we ought...
if you're viewing this at work, just please don't get caught!
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