Advent 2025 E23 - 'Twas 2 Nights Before Christmas...

December 23rd, it was the night before Christmas and all through the hood.

Nobody was sleeping, they were up to no good.

Patrons at Flamingo with drinks

in their hand, while foolish drivers get their cars stuck in the sand.

Trying to break free, with pedal to floor, the vehicle keeps sinking,

oh, so much more. While they should be at home, dreaming in bed,

they'll be seeing the car winched out by a tow truck instead.

All golf carts are stored, no cruising for now.

The street's taken over by lazy snowplough, one narrow lane on each road to be had.

With potholes now frozen, it's really quite sad.

When out on the sand there arose such a clatter, fireworks and booms in the

skies did they splatter.

Pancake checks out, his fingers are flash Ranting and raving and calling them trash,

Over on Lake Street, just north of the tracks Sits warm Miller Pizza,

baking pies and good snacks Elsie and Lindsay moving orders with haste With

the pizzas they're moving,

all of great taste Up the street there is Scramble, quizzing the crowd Questions

are plenty, but no phones are allowed Moaning and groaning, contestants' angers

arise The host, he just smiles,

loving the scald in their eyes Down at Well Street,

where boaters go mingle The kitchen is closed, no burgers for Kris Kringle Though the sand is cold,

no boat party to share The sounds of shitty music still ring in the air From

pitbull to country and techno between Many skippers are heard,

but often not seen Yay captains of bold and boisterous behaviour Shut off your

music, we don't like your flavour.

Just a short distance over on Wayne Boulevard Ginger and Jeff tore their house down to shards,

Up from the ground rises a brand new abode. Bedrooms and bathrooms with shiny commode.

Skip over to business at new Shelby Square. Drivers not stopping, not giving a care.

Cars keep rolling by the red octagon sign, while locals with sense keep losing

their mind. Hey, you dumb asshole!

With fury in expression, learn how to drive, use some discretion.

With the driver still moving, no lesson learned. The locals shake their head, their ego still burned.

As the hood quiets down, we go find some rest. May we hug all our families in our warm, humble nest.

With one last thing heard as we dim all the light. Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night.