HO HO HO!

Visions of BF Past 2007

The tur-duck-en was all nestled in it's aluminum foil bed, with visions of Cajun Ronny dancing in my head.
And I in my PJ's and Mark in his U of I hat had just settled down for a 15 minute nap.
When out on the drive there arose such a clatter, I sprang from the recliner to see what the hell was going on.
And what to my wondering eyes should appear, but a silver Toyota with Kelly in the rear.
The driver was dress in jeans and a parka. The dos in the house where all a barka. barka.
"Get your butt in the car!" the driver she screamed. "We're on a VC run and you know what that means!"
The Toyota was swift like the wings of an eagle, and Mackenzie was hollering like a blankity blank Beagle.
Swift as corsairs the silver car flew, as nearer the interstate the anxious shoppers all drew,

On Darcy, On Kenzie on Kelly let's fly, Uncle Chuck is in the back seat wondering why..
As nearer the Ottawa exit we drew, the shoppers all laughed and shouted Yoo Hoo!
Then to the parking lot the car did fly, the beginnings of a line we all did spy.
The shoppers all rushed to the left hand VC door, except for UB who could take it no more.
The line was getting longer with people twas full, including a woman who looked like a bull.
The sights and the smells oh who could forget, the 2 people in front and the odors they let?
The cameraman snapped his photos with glee, when UB announced that he had to pee.
The doors they opened with a furious rush, the shoppers flew in to the sound of Mush Mush!
On Darcy! on Kelly! on Rory! on Kenzie! On Maureen lets feed this BF shopping frenzy!
And off in the corner a crumpled man lay, with footprints on his back and the marks of a sleigh.
And a murmur was heard as he was dragged out of sight, "Why in the hell did they open at Midnight?