Were close enough to Christmas for this one. Throwing back to 2009. This was written by Alice Thurber. #TBT #googoodolls #RobbyTakac Twas the night before GOOsmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that John, Robby and Mike soon would be there; The Goobers were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of New Year’s Eve danced in their heads; With Maya and Coco curled up in my lap, Wed just settled down for a long winters nap, When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter! Away to the window I flew like a flash, Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash. The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow Gave the lustre of evening with a concert-esque glow, When, to what do my wondering eyes should appear, But a trio of gentlemen, their instruments near, With an endearing front man, asking me to sing along, I knew in a moment it must be dear John. More rapid than eagles his melodies came, And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name; Now, Broadway! Now, Artie! Now, Iris and Become! On, Naked! On Smash! On, Name and Only One! To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall! Now rock away! Rock away! Rock away all! As sweet as notes that before guitar solos fly, When they meet with the drumbeat, As Mike wields his sticks high; So up to the house-top the ballads they flew, With Robby and Mike, and our dearest John, too. And then, in a twinkling, I heard with the beat The prancing and stomping of Robby’s bare feet. As I drew in my head, and was turning around, Down the chimney our GOOs, they came with a bound. A bundle of tickets they had flung on their backs, And they looked like peddlers just opening their packs. Robby was hyper, while John, he seemed mellow, Mike found the fridge and was eating green jello. John flipped back his hair, with a toss of his head, Gave a grin and I knew, I had nothing to dread. He spoke not a word, but went straight his work, And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk, And strumming his fingers cross the chords that he chose, And giving a nod, up the chimney they rose; They sprang to the tour bus, to Wild Bill gave a whistle, And away they all flew like the down of a thistle. But I heard them exclaim, ere they drove out of sight, Happy GOOsmas to all, and to all a GOOd-night.
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