Saturday, December 17, 2005
The Band Before Christmas
This was a cute poem it was originally by Ned Barber, It was modified by Me... to fit the band a little better... i hope you all love it... Mery Christmas!! -John!
'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the land,Not a creature was stirring, except for the band.
For down in the band room all frowns, yawns and scowls,Were the young musicians of the Casey Marching Band!
Oh the drums were lined up and the cymbals all shining,But the children were mostly complaining and whining.
"It was dark, it was cold, it was late" they all said,"why must they rehearse when they should be in bed?"
In the band room they gathered all blinking and glaring,And they heard their esteemed band director declaring,
"It is time that we did something long overdue,there's a wrong to be righted, it's been left up to you."
"For decades or longer, as you children were sleeping,Santa Claus down your chimneys has been quietly creeping.
He's arrived all alone in the dark of the night,And has left the same way gliding softly from sight."
"He's been left by himself to his work in the cold,And it's really not fair, for he's really quite old.
What he needs is a greeting that will warm his old heart,And that's where our music will now play a part."
"For tonight we will march to the center of town,And we'll play for Saint Nick as his sled spirals down.
We will greet him with horns and with woodwinds galore,Our drums they will thrill him, he will beg us for more.
And the children all nodded, needing little persuasion,For they realized this was a momentous occasion.
To be the first band to play for Saint Nick,What a wonderful chance, really quite a neat trick.
Then they quickly warmed up, got their instruments tuned,And they put on their helmets, majestically plumed.
Their white shoes were shined, the smudges erased,On went the white gloves, with the fingers misplaced.
They marched from the band room out into the night,There was nary a cloud, the stars gleaming bright.
The drum major led them out onto the street,With a big grin the drum line began jungle beat.
They marched through the town past the houses and shops,And miraculously, not a soul called the cops.
In the center of town, a place called Depot Square,They stood and they waited, their breath froze in the air.
They looked at the sky wondering when would he come?Was this really so smart, or was it just dumb?
They had second thoughts as they stood in the dark,Had their wise guy director dragged them out on a lark?
Then all of a sudden someone gave a loud shout,And pointed straight up, and there was no more doubt.
For up in the sky heading straight for the square,Were the reindeer and sled, and Santa was there.
The baton it was raised and the downbeat was made,And the band started playing like it never had played.
The music was heard through the town, every block,As the Marching Casey Band played Jingle Bell Rock.
And the drummers they drummed and flutists they fluted,While the saxophones honked and the clarinets tooted.
And the trumpets they blared and the trombones they wailed,But because of the hour, the tubas were muted!
But the sled glided on through the snow, passing by,Until Santa looked down and gave out a great cry.
Then the reindeer stopped short with a screech of their brakes,And the sled dropped straight down through the glittering flakes.
By the depot it landed, and Santa jumped out,And his eyes they did twinkle and his beard stood straight out.
It was clear that he liked this, he was tapping his feet,He was waving his arms, he was keeping the beat!
For an hour they played for him, song after song,
Until suddenly Santa said "I've stayed too long.
I've errands to run, it is that time of year,But your music has filled me with warmth and good cheer"
"So I thank you my friends, for your music so sweet,And I hope you've not frozen your poor little feet."
And he jumped in his sled and the reindeer took flight,And old Santa Claus disappeared from their sight
But his voice was still heard as he glided away,And this I can tell you, is what they heard him say,
"To the bands of this land, I wish you all well,Your music and marching are really quite swell,
And remember should anyone question your fame,That without the band, it is only a game!
Flutes, Tubas and Trumpets may give you concussion, thats why saint Nick, just loves the Percussion
"
'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the land,Not a creature was stirring, except for the band.
For down in the band room all frowns, yawns and scowls,Were the young musicians of the Casey Marching Band!
Oh the drums were lined up and the cymbals all shining,But the children were mostly complaining and whining.
"It was dark, it was cold, it was late" they all said,"why must they rehearse when they should be in bed?"
In the band room they gathered all blinking and glaring,And they heard their esteemed band director declaring,
"It is time that we did something long overdue,there's a wrong to be righted, it's been left up to you."
"For decades or longer, as you children were sleeping,Santa Claus down your chimneys has been quietly creeping.
He's arrived all alone in the dark of the night,And has left the same way gliding softly from sight."
"He's been left by himself to his work in the cold,And it's really not fair, for he's really quite old.
What he needs is a greeting that will warm his old heart,And that's where our music will now play a part."
"For tonight we will march to the center of town,And we'll play for Saint Nick as his sled spirals down.
We will greet him with horns and with woodwinds galore,Our drums they will thrill him, he will beg us for more.
And the children all nodded, needing little persuasion,For they realized this was a momentous occasion.
To be the first band to play for Saint Nick,What a wonderful chance, really quite a neat trick.
Then they quickly warmed up, got their instruments tuned,And they put on their helmets, majestically plumed.
Their white shoes were shined, the smudges erased,On went the white gloves, with the fingers misplaced.
They marched from the band room out into the night,There was nary a cloud, the stars gleaming bright.
The drum major led them out onto the street,With a big grin the drum line began jungle beat.
They marched through the town past the houses and shops,And miraculously, not a soul called the cops.
In the center of town, a place called Depot Square,They stood and they waited, their breath froze in the air.
They looked at the sky wondering when would he come?Was this really so smart, or was it just dumb?
They had second thoughts as they stood in the dark,Had their wise guy director dragged them out on a lark?
Then all of a sudden someone gave a loud shout,And pointed straight up, and there was no more doubt.
For up in the sky heading straight for the square,Were the reindeer and sled, and Santa was there.
The baton it was raised and the downbeat was made,And the band started playing like it never had played.
The music was heard through the town, every block,As the Marching Casey Band played Jingle Bell Rock.
And the drummers they drummed and flutists they fluted,While the saxophones honked and the clarinets tooted.
And the trumpets they blared and the trombones they wailed,But because of the hour, the tubas were muted!
But the sled glided on through the snow, passing by,Until Santa looked down and gave out a great cry.
Then the reindeer stopped short with a screech of their brakes,And the sled dropped straight down through the glittering flakes.
By the depot it landed, and Santa jumped out,And his eyes they did twinkle and his beard stood straight out.
It was clear that he liked this, he was tapping his feet,He was waving his arms, he was keeping the beat!
For an hour they played for him, song after song,
Until suddenly Santa said "I've stayed too long.
I've errands to run, it is that time of year,But your music has filled me with warmth and good cheer"
"So I thank you my friends, for your music so sweet,And I hope you've not frozen your poor little feet."
And he jumped in his sled and the reindeer took flight,And old Santa Claus disappeared from their sight
But his voice was still heard as he glided away,And this I can tell you, is what they heard him say,
"To the bands of this land, I wish you all well,Your music and marching are really quite swell,
And remember should anyone question your fame,That without the band, it is only a game!
Flutes, Tubas and Trumpets may give you concussion, thats why saint Nick, just loves the Percussion
"
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The Rise and Fall of the Teddy Graham Empire
Professionally Written by: Erin Hickey
Professionally Co-Written by: Erika Fable
Chapter One
It was the best of times. It was the worst of times. Apparantly, the chocolate teddy graham army had decided they have had enough of racial discrimination, and have therefore created a plan to annihilate the cinnimon teddy graham army. Besides, they were here first. So, Claire, the chocolate teddy bear, pulls out her .22 pump action shotgun and leads the chocolates into cinnimon territory. The cinnimon teddy graham army were caught unawares at this sudden breach of peacefulness, that most of their menbears broke in half/died in the first 10 seconds. but, Clark, the cinnimon teddy bear was brave and he went up to Claire and said YOU MAKE MY HEART GO BEAT BEAT. well he's an idiot. i thought teddy grahams only had belly buttons. SO Claire just kicked him in the belly button and he broke in half. the fight resumed, and then HAROLD THE HONEY TEDDY GRAHAM BEAR CAME IN AND BLEW UP TEDDY GRAHAM CENTRAL. OOPS.
NOT THE END.
kbye.
Professionally Written by: Erin Hickey
Professionally Co-Written by: Erika Fable
Chapter One
It was the best of times. It was the worst of times. Apparantly, the chocolate teddy graham army had decided they have had enough of racial discrimination, and have therefore created a plan to annihilate the cinnimon teddy graham army. Besides, they were here first. So, Claire, the chocolate teddy bear, pulls out her .22 pump action shotgun and leads the chocolates into cinnimon territory. The cinnimon teddy graham army were caught unawares at this sudden breach of peacefulness, that most of their menbears broke in half/died in the first 10 seconds. but, Clark, the cinnimon teddy bear was brave and he went up to Claire and said YOU MAKE MY HEART GO BEAT BEAT. well he's an idiot. i thought teddy grahams only had belly buttons. SO Claire just kicked him in the belly button and he broke in half. the fight resumed, and then HAROLD THE HONEY TEDDY GRAHAM BEAR CAME IN AND BLEW UP TEDDY GRAHAM CENTRAL. OOPS.
NOT THE END.
kbye.
