Sunday, December 13, 2009

Bluegrass Bacchanal

The Bluegrass band was really swinging ,
In the Coker Creek Saloon.
Mr. Bluegrass, he was a-singing,
In the Coker Creek Saloon.

Lots of gifts and lots of food,
In the Coker Creek Saloon.
Everything was looking good,
In the Coker Creek Saloon.

Yankee gift swap then ensued,
In the Coker Creek Saloon.
With lustful eyes we were imbued,
In the Coker Creek Saloon.

A lot of fur began to fly,
In the Coker Creek Saloon.
For better presents we did try,
In the Coker Creek Saloon.

Cassie was our precious elf,
In the Coker Creek Saloon.
Without thought for herself,
In the Coker Creek Saloon.

She ran gifts from table to table,
In the Coker Creek Saloon.
She proved that she was very able,
In the Coker Creek Saloon.

For everyone there was a gift,
In the Coker Creek Saloon.
Hope the swaps didn’t cause a rift,
In the Coker Creek Saloon.

It was time for us to chew the fat,
In the Coker Creek Saloon.
There were even little chocolate rats,
In the Coker Creek Saloon.

Charlie and Deborah outdid themselves,
In the Coker Creek Saloon.
They could use a few more elves,
In the Coker Creek Saloon.