a moody night before
Twas the night before Christmas, and calm through the house.
Even the daffodil-tootling mouse
Was sitting and snoozing, at peace by the fire,
Waiting to see what might chance to transpire.
Visions of sugarplums (and paradise too)
Danced in his head to tunes nobody knew.
And I with my headphones and Moody CDs
Was all settled in, sitting quite comfortably.
When out on the lawn there arose such a fracas,
Like ten billion butterflies in sneezing attacks'es.
I leaped from my chair to the window so quick
To see eight flying reindeer and jolly St. Nick.
Like the northern white eagle, the coursers they came
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
Now See Saw! now Slide Zone! now Satin and Gypsy!
On Question! on Driftwood! on Moonshine and Leary!
(The reindeer *that* night were a quite different crew,
For Santa, you see, is a Moody fan too!)
So up on the house-top they landed so lightly,
And down through the chimney he came. (My, how sprightly!)
His bag full of goodies near burst at the seams
Filled with patchouli, glowsticks, and thresholds of dreams,
And down at the end of that bottomless hoard
All wrapped up for someone, he had the Lost Chord.
He stocked all our stockings, presented our presents
Of mellotron music that spoke to our essence.
Then laying his finger aside of his nose,
And chanting an "Om", up the chimney he rose.
He sprang to his sleigh, and to my surprise
That long distance voyager took off for the skies,
And I heard him exclaim, as he left on his spree,
"It was sure nice to be here, I hope you agree!"
Happy Christmas
Even the daffodil-tootling mouse
Was sitting and snoozing, at peace by the fire,
Waiting to see what might chance to transpire.
Visions of sugarplums (and paradise too)
Danced in his head to tunes nobody knew.
And I with my headphones and Moody CDs
Was all settled in, sitting quite comfortably.
When out on the lawn there arose such a fracas,
Like ten billion butterflies in sneezing attacks'es.
I leaped from my chair to the window so quick
To see eight flying reindeer and jolly St. Nick.
Like the northern white eagle, the coursers they came
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
Now See Saw! now Slide Zone! now Satin and Gypsy!
On Question! on Driftwood! on Moonshine and Leary!
(The reindeer *that* night were a quite different crew,
For Santa, you see, is a Moody fan too!)
So up on the house-top they landed so lightly,
And down through the chimney he came. (My, how sprightly!)
His bag full of goodies near burst at the seams
Filled with patchouli, glowsticks, and thresholds of dreams,
And down at the end of that bottomless hoard
All wrapped up for someone, he had the Lost Chord.
He stocked all our stockings, presented our presents
Of mellotron music that spoke to our essence.
Then laying his finger aside of his nose,
And chanting an "Om", up the chimney he rose.
He sprang to his sleigh, and to my surprise
That long distance voyager took off for the skies,
And I heard him exclaim, as he left on his spree,
"It was sure nice to be here, I hope you agree!"
Happy Christmas