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Sunday, December 18, 2005

The Language of Christmas

DANCES WITH WORDS

Dr. Lester CN Simon


'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse
The files were stacked in cabinets with care
In the hope that St. Spencer would soon be there

The electorate were nestled all snug in bed
Visions of a UPP government danced in its head
Serpent on Observer and I in my cap
Had just settled down for a long music rap
When, out on the office lawn there arose such a clatter
I sprang from the house to see what was the matter

Away from the window they flew like a flash
Tore open truck shutters and threw in the stash
The moon like eyes on mountain breasts aglow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below
When, what should catch sight of my wandering, wondering eyes?
Files, files, files and more files!

With a little old driver, so lively and quick
I knew in a moment it must be a snitch
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came
He whistled and shouted by cellular their name

"Now, Dasher! Now, Dancer! Now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On, Cupid! On, Donder and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"

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File chests roasting on an open fire
Jack Spaniards nipping at your nose
High tide currents being sung by a choir
And folks dressed up in police clothes

Everybody knows, a turkey, money, and meat from a pig
Help to make elections right
My dear good people soon to dance a victory jig
Will find it hard to sleep tonight


They know that files are on their way
They are loaded on flat bed trucks for airport runaway
And every mother’s child is going to spy
To see if private files really know how to fly

And so I’m offering this simple phrase
To kids from one to ninety two
When you throw out files at nights and not days
No Merry Christmas, no Merry Christmas for you

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Away in a manger
No crib for a boyke
The big WD 40
Laid down his sweet voice

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God rest ye APUA Board men
Let something you dismay
Remember when the public calls
For light, you must obey

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Good King Whence-Einstein looked out
On the feast of Senate
When Asot and Browne laid bout
Deep and crisp and palate

Page and monarch forth they went
And Benjamin went together
Through the rude Weston’s lament
To consult the governor

Bring me Nibbs and bring Einstein
Bring me pine logs hither
None of us will see them dine
For being a one-day Senator


Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year