Comments on: Tonight is the Night! A Boyce Xmas Santa Tale

By: asiba-the buffalo soldier

asiba-the buffalo soldier — Mon, 31 Dec 2007 13:37:57 +0000

hmmn !

By: AirBourne

AirBourne — Sat, 29 Dec 2007 18:50:19 +0000

Twas de night before Christmas, when all tru de house, All de
fellers was tinkin ’bout puddin an’ souse.
De hams were all hung by de sideboard wid care, In hopes
that tomorrow, there’d be nuff sweet food to share.
De chil’ren were ball-up all tight in their beds, While
visions of pumpkin fritters danced ’bout in their heads.
You cud smell de sweet bread in de oven from far, And I had
just crack a fresh bottle of Cockspur 5 Star.
When out in de chicken coop there arose such a clatter.
I jump up from my ottaman to see wha de ram-bam was de matter.
Away to the window I flew like a zr van, Equip wid 2 big
salt breads, holdin in my hand.
The moon on de dunks tree looked so lovely an’ bright, But it
suddenly occurred to me that I was tired as shite.
When, what with my malicious eyes do I see?
Wuh loss! A big mustysanta pee, right by my feet!
Bring de cutlass goah-blemmuh! Dis ting gine bite me!
And de nex ting I look, it was up by my knee.
More rapid than Winston Hall dis ting start to climb, If I
had some Baygon, I knew I’d be fine.
The brow of my forehead was starting to sweat, But wait! I
hadda idea…I wasn’t done for yet.
So I grabble piece a board and give it a chop, Wax! Puhlax!
Bruggadung! Brax! I would not stop.
You shudda see de ting denn, it tek so much licks…
It was now all over the floor, like corn beef on Crix.
But Beryl was ‘busing as bad as could be, ‘Bout how I dirty
up de floor wid dead santa-pee.
Ah tell she doan worry and ah tell she don fret, But that
foolish old gal like she ain hear ma yet.
She keep making bare noise and giving backchat, So I chop she
wid a salt bread, and dat was de end ah dat.

By: Khaidji

Khaidji — Tue, 25 Dec 2007 00:41:52 +0000

Tonight Is The Night

This Christmas Eve Boyce says get out the bat
Organize yahself like yah under attack
Nod but don’t sleep, put sleep on a pause
Invasion’s tonight by this Santa Claus
Going from house to house hoping the men
Having strong sleeps while the women are working
This Satan disguised with beard lily white
Is secretly stealing kisses from women tonight
So bamboozle by his slickness and charming spell
These women are willing to walk straight into hell
How he does it so swiftly is a mystery
Even the US can’t track him with their technology
Nic is slick, he’s the greatest of thieves
In effect stealing gifts, now God grieves
Gifts Jesus brought of peace, goodwill and cheer
High jacked by thieving Santa this time each year
Tonight we can stop it, stop Santa in his tracks
Lets give back Christmas to Jesus, get out yah cricket bats

Merry Christmas Friends
Have a Happy New Year