'Twas the night before Christmas, when all thro' Luigi's, <br />Not a drink was stirring, not even martinis; <br />The glasses were hung by the bar with care, <br />In hopes that patrons soon would be there; <br />The bartenders were hoping to be home in their beds, <br />With visions of Slivovitz plum brandy danc'd in their heads, <br />And Mama in her tight dress, and Luigi in his fancy sports cap, <br />Had just settled their brains for a nice Marillenschnaps- <br />When outside on the pavement there arose such a clatter <br />Luigi sprang from the bar stool to see what was the matter. <br />Away to the glass window he flew like a flash, <br />Tore across the carpeted floor, he fell and almost into the window crashed! <br />The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow, <br />Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below; <br />When, what to his wondering eyes should appear, <br />But a parked GT3 Bentley, and eight babes in tiny skirts of cashmere, <br />With a little old geezer, so lively and quick, <br />Luigi knew in a moment it might be retired race car driver, White Knight Dick. <br />More rapid than eagles his girls they came, <br />And he whispered, then shouted, and call'd them by name: <br />'Now! Cytherea, now! Katsuni, now! Gauge, and Cassidey, <br />'On! Shakeela, on! August, on! Honoka and Charlotte Stokely; <br />'To the counter! To the counter! <br />'Now pour away! Pour away! Barkeeps, pour away the best Herbero to all! ' <br /> <br />Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night.<br /><br />H L Pham<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/twas-the-night-before-christmas-a-parody/
