[Dixielandjazz] Merry Christmas
D and R Hardie
darnhard at ozemail.com.au
Wed Dec 24 10:35:21 PST 2003
We are all still here right side up though Bill H is heading for the
hills. Xmas cheers to you and all listmates when those of you down
under get there even if it's a day late.
On Wednesday, December 24, 2003, at 03:15 AM, Stephen Barbone wrote:
> To list mates, Fans Clients & Friends
> It is Christmas Eve on the Far Side of the world so here is the Santa
> Claus Poem for all in the land of Oz on the correct date, and the rest
> of us a day early.
> To all, have a great Holiday Season. Christmas, Kwanza, Chanukah or
> whatever you might celebrate at this joyous time.
> Peace on Earth, Good Will and Good Music to all of us.
> Steve Barbone
> T'was the night before Christmas and all through the land,
> Not a jazz man was stirring, no noise from my band.
> And I as the leader nestled snug in my chair,
> Was thinking about gigs, hey who got my share?
> When out past the dance floor there arose such a clatter,
> I sprang out of my funk, what could be the matter?
> Out past the band stand I flew like a flash,
> Out past the coat room and up to the sash.
> I looked out the window, upwards and then,
> Saw a miniature sleight pulled by eight hip sidemen.
> With a little band leader so lively and quick,
> That I knew in a moment it must be Saint Nick.
> Faster than lightening, towards me they came,
> As he pointed and shouted and called them by name.
> Now clarinet, banjo, guitar, piano and drums,
> Up bass, trombone, washboard, there's none of us bums.
> Onto the rooftop they landed with glee,
> A full jazz band swinging, completely clam free.
> And then in a moment, the whole building shook,
> Down came Saint Nick with filled up gig book.
> He was happy and joyous, gigs bulged from his sack,
> Like a proper advance man who had mastered the knack.
> His uniform sparkled, business surely was booming,
> And he said it was time jazz music went zooming.
> As he sat on my band stool, he broke out into laughs,
> First writing up contracts, then signing the drafts.
> He booked ninety concerts, well above union list,
> And with bank authorizations put the check in my fist.
> Tore up my loans and said not to fret,
> For he knew a good fairy who would pay off my debt.
> Then laying his finger aside of his nose,
> He gave me a nod, to the rooftop he rose.
> He sprang into his sleigh and gave out a cry,
> As he headed those sidemen up into the sky.
> "Merry Christmas to all, and lots of good cheer."
> "May Our Kind Of Music be popular next year."
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