Here's a treat for everybody to read. Basically, all I did was download the original and made a few changes. So here it goes:
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'Twas the night before Easter, when all through the Hard Rock house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The banners were hung on the wall with care,
In hopes that the JT band soon would be there;
The fans were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of Jason, Chas, Ron and Mike danced in their heads;
And Bonnie in her 'kerchief, and I in my Chedge King hat,
Had just settled down for a short spring's nap,
When out by the back door there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to back stage I flew like a flash,
Pushed back the curtains and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen dew
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects but just a few,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But to see four guys unloading, and another guy holding the beer,
With a so called “Pool Boy” as driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be Dick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now, BB! now, CHEDGE! now, RON and MIKE!
COME ON Y’ALL…LET’S GET THIS RIGHT!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the stage!
Now dash away! dash away! Or I’ll through you in a cage!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up to the stage the coursers they flew,
With their pockets full of set lists, pics, and drum sticks too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard which I thought was on the roof
But the sliding and stepping on the stage of each little foot.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Through the back door JT came with a bound.
They were all dressed up from their feet to their head,
And their clothes were all messed up from all of their sweat,
A bundle of guitars Chas had flung on his back,
And Jason looked like a peddler just opening his pack.
Their eyes -- how they twinkled! Their dimples how merry!
Their cheeks were like roses, their noses like a cherry!
Their mouths were all drawn up like a bow,
And the thin beard of Chas’ chin was brown and not white as the snow;
The stump of a cig Mike held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a flat belly,
Which didn’t shake, but tried to make it shake like a bowlful of jelly.
Jason was happy and cute, like a jolly old elf,
And I drooled when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
Ron spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And practiced, and practiced; then turned his bass with a jerk,
And laying his finger on the neck, not of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the fretboard he rose;
Chas sprang to the stage, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all played like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him and Jason sing as Richard was behind the sound board out of sight,
"HAPPY VERTIGO’S EVE TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT!"
Love,
Allegra
