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A Visit From Somebody, not written by Clement Moore

December 14th, 2008 at 08:41am McB

‘Twith just a few days before Hanukkah and inside the ‘Grill
me stirred margaritas, Andi minded the til.
GP hung her flannel by the chimney with care
It got soaked in a snowball fight …who would dare?

The CBs were nestled all snug on the couch
A shelf full of books falling on their heads … ouch!
With Scope in her eyepatch and CMS spinning thread
It was a vision to send most sane people to bed.

When outside the building came a car horn blast
And BCB was yelling, “We found Canada!  At last!”
The moon on the brim of McB’s festive sombrero
Gave doubt to that statement, and sported an arrow.

Then what to innocent bystander eyes should appear?
A caravan of cars, with Orange Hands in the rear.
Ms. Merry, directing traffic, was lively and quick
“Let me out of here.  I’ve done my time with this clique!”

More rapid than Spartens the drivers they came
As Cary whistled and shouted and called them by name
“Now K.L., now Eidhle, now Lou and JenB
What the heck did you do with Theresa and CC?”

As wild geese before a hurricane fly
So, too, did Jenny and Bob, (was that a swear or a sigh?)
Then into the parking lot the caravan they came
All loaded down with CBs, Portland was never the same

And then in a twinkling was heard from the back
“I’ve got pics of the grandkids!” called out Wapak
As she was pulling out the pack, and gaining some ground
Down the pole came GAM Louis, swinging around

He was dressed like a cowboy and carrying loot
From which spilled Cerise (but still no sign of Moot)
His bag was quite plump, a gift from an elf
Who, it turned out was Dee’s DD, her very own self

A wink of her eye and a twist of her head
Told Dee, a little wary, she had nothing to dread.
Her eyes how they twinkled, her dimples how merry
“I had to drive,” she laughed, “RSS got into the sherry.”

GG wore the tiara, in her hands held a bow
As she helped MNO decorate, it started to snow
They spoke a few words and put TT to work
CBpen filled the stockings, JenT came to lurk

Then pointing a finger, Xenia stood on her toes
And giving a shout, to the chimney she goes
Btuda spotted a sleigh the color of thistle
It held men in kilts! The gals started to whistle 

Brian just shook his head as it came to a hault
’cause he knew that somehow this was all Lori’s fault.

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