The Night Before the Twelfth

An Adaptation of "The Night Before Christmas"
By Quossum

'Twas the night 'fore the 12th and all through the blog
Posters were whispering, as if in a fog.

Tension was strong; expectations were high
For the long-awaited CD release was nigh.

The fans were nestled all snug in their thought
That Taylor would go gold with the CD they bought.

And I with “Soul Patrol” emblazoned 'cross my chest
For the Wal-Mart aisles has eschewed my rest.

As dry leaves before the wild hurricane fly,
So flew my thoughts to days long gone by:

To a little TV show that lately we knew,
Which had Taylor and Bucky and Elliot, too.

I remembered the songs—I knew them by rote:
The dancing and prancing and each little note.

As I watched the clock’s hands too slowly go 'round,
To WorkPlay my restless thoughts did bound:

Taylor’s eyes were alight with a mischievous gleam
When he entered with thunderous applause on the scene.

He played and he sang—he gave such a thrill,
That closing my eyes I remember it still.

The harp, the voice, the dancing—oh when—
Please, not too long 'til I see it again?

Then up from the music aisle arose such a clatter,
I knew that gray-haired dude was the matter—

Away to the boxes I flew in a flash,
Beating another ardent fan’s dash.

The fluorescent lights’ gleam on the CD’s cover
Matched the gleam in my eye as I tried to recover,

For what with a twinkling before me did appear
That hard plastic case with a visage so dear:

A cute little singer so lively and quick,
At last! At last! I held "Taylor Hicks"!

Making my purchase, I went to the car,
Hoping our boy would continue to go far.

I was heard to exclaim on that fine winter night:
“Congratulations, Taylor! This one’s outta sight!”

Quossum...beautifully done. Thank you for sharing your work.

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