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MenT-aL
New member
AS the title says " MERRY CHRISTMAS and a HAPPY NEW YEAR!"
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Blue Bear Sound
New member
Here, Here............!!!
Yes... to all the HR community -- all the best for the Holidays and the New Year!!!
There's a lot of good people here - may all your recording (and non-recording) endeavours be happy ones!
Bruce
Yes... to all the HR community -- all the best for the Holidays and the New Year!!!
There's a lot of good people here - may all your recording (and non-recording) endeavours be happy ones!
Bruce
dobro
Well-known member
Yeah, you too. You two.
Blue Bear Sound
New member
Just to round out the cheer with a story....
A Jim Steinman-Style Night Before Christmas
(As Meatloaf Might Sing It)
`Twas the night before Christmas when time stood so still
The hero was seeking for his perfect girl,
The fires were burning, the lightning split the sky,
She was waiting somewhere for him, there in the night!
She was waiting somewhere for the hero to call,
She was waiting somewhere for a man strong and tall,
She was waiting somewhere in the depths of the night,
For the strength in his soul and the spark in his eye.
When all of a sudden the thunder peals rolled,
Splitting the silence and cleaving the cold,
The church bells rung midnight, he was ready to go,
With the cold like a sword in the depths of his soul.
"She'll be there by the window, her hair blowing wild,
The form of a woman with the face of a child,
Watching the lightning streak into the sea,
Under the starlight she's waiting for me!
"There won't be no Santa, there won't be no sleigh,
In velvet black darkness I'll steal her away!"
Like a bat from hell flying he ate up the miles,
He was ready to die in her arms as she smiled.
She's holding out for a hero to take her away,
Holding out for a hero upon Christmas Day,
To take to someplace, some far paradise,
For a Meatloaf style Christmas and Steinman Good Night!
A Jim Steinman-Style Night Before Christmas
(As Meatloaf Might Sing It)
`Twas the night before Christmas when time stood so still
The hero was seeking for his perfect girl,
The fires were burning, the lightning split the sky,
She was waiting somewhere for him, there in the night!
She was waiting somewhere for the hero to call,
She was waiting somewhere for a man strong and tall,
She was waiting somewhere in the depths of the night,
For the strength in his soul and the spark in his eye.
When all of a sudden the thunder peals rolled,
Splitting the silence and cleaving the cold,
The church bells rung midnight, he was ready to go,
With the cold like a sword in the depths of his soul.
"She'll be there by the window, her hair blowing wild,
The form of a woman with the face of a child,
Watching the lightning streak into the sea,
Under the starlight she's waiting for me!
"There won't be no Santa, there won't be no sleigh,
In velvet black darkness I'll steal her away!"
Like a bat from hell flying he ate up the miles,
He was ready to die in her arms as she smiled.
She's holding out for a hero to take her away,
Holding out for a hero upon Christmas Day,
To take to someplace, some far paradise,
For a Meatloaf style Christmas and Steinman Good Night!
Blue Bear Sound
New member
...and just to be politically correct...
The Politically Correct Night Before Christmas
'Twas the night before Christmas and Santa's a wreck...
How to live in a world that's politically correct?
His workers no longer would answer to "Elves",
"Vertically Challenged" they were calling themselves.
And labor conditions at the North Pole
Were alleged by the union to stifle the soul.
Four reindeer had vanished, without much propriety,
Released to the wilds by the Humane Society.
And equal employment had made it quite clear
That Santa had better not use just reindeer.
So Dancer and Donner, Comet and Cupid,
Were replaced with 4 pigs, and you know that looked stupid!
The runners had been removed from his sleigh;
The ruts were termed dangerous by the E.P.A.
And people had started to call for the cops
When they heard sled noises on their roof-tops.
Second-hand smoke from his pipe had his workers quite frightened.
His fur trimmed red suit was called "Unenlightened."
And to show you the strangeness of life's ebbs and flows,
Rudolph was suing over unauthorized use of his nose
And had gone on Geraldo, in front of the nation,
Demanding millions in over-due compensation.
So, half of the reindeer were gone; and his wife,
Who suddenly said she'd enough of this life,
Joined a self-help group, packed, and left in a whiz,
Demanding from now on her title was Ms.
And as for the gifts, why, he'd ne'er had a notion
That making a choice could cause so much commotion.
Nothing of leather, nothing of fur,
Which meant nothing for him. And nothing for her.
Nothing that might be construed to pollute.
Nothing to aim. Nothing to shoot.
Nothing that clamored or made lots of noise.
Nothing for just girls. Or just for the boys.
Nothing that claimed to be gender specific.
Nothing that's warlike or non-pacific.
No candy or sweets...they were bad for the tooth.
Nothing that seemed to embellish a truth.
And fairy tales, while not yet forbidden,
Were like Ken and Barbie, better off hidden.
For they raised the hackles of those psychological
Who claimed the only good gift was one ecological.
No baseball, no football... someone could get hurt;
Besides, playing sports exposed kids to dirt.
Dolls were said to be sexist, and should be passe;
And Nintendo would rot your entire brain away.
So Santa just stood there, disheveled, perplexed;
He just could not figure out what to do next.
He tried to be merry, tried to be gay,
But you've got to be careful with that word today.
His sack was quite empty, limp to the ground;
Nothing fully acceptable was to be found.
Something special was needed, a gift that he might
Give to all without angering the left or the right.
A gift that would satisfy, with no indecision,
Each group of people, every religion;
Every ethnicity, every hue,
Everyone, everywhere...even you.
So here is that gift, it's price beyond worth...
"May you and your loved ones enjoy peace on earth."
The Politically Correct Night Before Christmas
'Twas the night before Christmas and Santa's a wreck...
How to live in a world that's politically correct?
His workers no longer would answer to "Elves",
"Vertically Challenged" they were calling themselves.
And labor conditions at the North Pole
Were alleged by the union to stifle the soul.
Four reindeer had vanished, without much propriety,
Released to the wilds by the Humane Society.
And equal employment had made it quite clear
That Santa had better not use just reindeer.
So Dancer and Donner, Comet and Cupid,
Were replaced with 4 pigs, and you know that looked stupid!
The runners had been removed from his sleigh;
The ruts were termed dangerous by the E.P.A.
And people had started to call for the cops
When they heard sled noises on their roof-tops.
Second-hand smoke from his pipe had his workers quite frightened.
His fur trimmed red suit was called "Unenlightened."
And to show you the strangeness of life's ebbs and flows,
Rudolph was suing over unauthorized use of his nose
And had gone on Geraldo, in front of the nation,
Demanding millions in over-due compensation.
So, half of the reindeer were gone; and his wife,
Who suddenly said she'd enough of this life,
Joined a self-help group, packed, and left in a whiz,
Demanding from now on her title was Ms.
And as for the gifts, why, he'd ne'er had a notion
That making a choice could cause so much commotion.
Nothing of leather, nothing of fur,
Which meant nothing for him. And nothing for her.
Nothing that might be construed to pollute.
Nothing to aim. Nothing to shoot.
Nothing that clamored or made lots of noise.
Nothing for just girls. Or just for the boys.
Nothing that claimed to be gender specific.
Nothing that's warlike or non-pacific.
No candy or sweets...they were bad for the tooth.
Nothing that seemed to embellish a truth.
And fairy tales, while not yet forbidden,
Were like Ken and Barbie, better off hidden.
For they raised the hackles of those psychological
Who claimed the only good gift was one ecological.
No baseball, no football... someone could get hurt;
Besides, playing sports exposed kids to dirt.
Dolls were said to be sexist, and should be passe;
And Nintendo would rot your entire brain away.
So Santa just stood there, disheveled, perplexed;
He just could not figure out what to do next.
He tried to be merry, tried to be gay,
But you've got to be careful with that word today.
His sack was quite empty, limp to the ground;
Nothing fully acceptable was to be found.
Something special was needed, a gift that he might
Give to all without angering the left or the right.
A gift that would satisfy, with no indecision,
Each group of people, every religion;
Every ethnicity, every hue,
Everyone, everywhere...even you.
So here is that gift, it's price beyond worth...
"May you and your loved ones enjoy peace on earth."
SPINSTERWUN
Active member
Merry Christmas
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Happy New Year!
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Happy New Year!
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