Merry Christmas to each and every one of you!
From tunes aboot Boots, Pooch, and Elly La Rue
And 'cross the pond's KitKat, InterMezzo, and Beetlejuice
To they still away and ones who found way home,
We hear the beats clear from our dear Sloane
And the one and only upon the moon girl throne.
Whether they be InTune, TunedOut, a melody Soup,
Or the wished to be heard from a Garou Loup,
They speak to all we feel, see, and be within the loop
Of this life we live, one part of an InfiniteDream
Oft times sticky, sometimes Ricky to stitch the seam
Of wheel's axle turned by Rxel, we're all of one team
Turned dust to dust and ash to Tyash while we dance
With AnEnchanter of kings and the Queen of France
In this cosmic court are we Goofy for God's glance
Upon the strife we face armed a Southern Soldier,
The load borne upon a Sweetroll Bandit's shoulder,
Or the freedom of a Grey Eagle soaring to heights colder.
For every opportunity to share of the ups and downs
Woven into the currents of the resonant decades' sounds,
To he who ensures the ship will nary run long aground -
O captain, our captain a salute from me to you,
A chip off the ol' red white and blue.
Music is life and, sometimes, the only truth.