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Show 3 Happy Holidays December 14, 1993 The Modern Version The Night Before Forum X-ma- ss: Anitra Lynn McLeod Forum Staff Writer The Twas the night before when all through the apartment Not an appliance was stirring, not even the heat-ven- t; X-ma- ss, lrf' r ' . y In hopes that St Nick would soon fulfill the consumerism need; were nestled The all snug in their beds, tax-deducti- ' :L. f J stockings were hung by the window with greed, major-expandab- le x f 4 t ft" A 7W .JfV Doris Itow, Advisor Fred Fogo and Crazy Campus Boy David Neisler wish you a holiday filled with attitude. ' With a grunting subjugation they killed others, too. And then in a rush I heard on my lawn, The shouting and screaming of a fight going on. As I drew out my gun, and was . turning around, The Forum staff wishes happy holidays to all readers. Here, Mat White, Tamera Evans, Liz Peterson, Elys Bank, Darin Vincint, Paul Jones. While visions of toys danced in their heads; And the old lady in her lingene, and I in my chaps, Had just settled our brains with a mass-market- stout-stron- g ed man came on down. He was dressed all in fur, all the parts that I saw, But I cut him down quick, before he could draw. when out on the grounds there l night cap such a hassle sprang t0 the spy.hole (0 sce beyond our castle; way t0 e window I flew like a trouper, A is WW Down the chimney a red-cla- d Jl 1 , h '"i-- J A "Cheers"from(L)LesleeGregg,JasonRussell,AlexFerguson, (R) Alexandra Sanders, Johan Abrinder and Dave Neisler. ' Tore open the blinds and shook off my stupor. on the crust of the The street-lam- p h slush Gave the luster of cinematography to the fountainuous gush; When, what to my crazed eyes should appear. But King of the Gang and his eight tiny cohorts who jeer, Now the devious little driver so lively and slick, I knew in a moment it must be a hit. More rapid than bullets the mans doom it came, He had no chance to shout, no chance to name: Now, Slasher! now, Dumpster! now, Pusher! and Scum! On, Crusher! On, Stupid on, Dipstick and Dumb! To the heart of the streets! To the driven-throug- byways of our town! A bundle of stuff he had flung on And the smoke of which was now his back, spent without list. Scattered the floor like a bag of He had a broad face, and a little fresh smack. round belly, His eyes opened wide with the That was stock full of food like a shock at such force! jar full of jelly. ; I members that those with white His cheeks were quite Now, get you He was chubby and plump; a right told you, Cut down! the chance of his course! jolly old man; As old bones that before the wild His mouth it now drooled with And I cried to myself, when I saw wind roll, with slack jaw set, him, in spite of the plan. an When they meet with enemy And the beard of his chin was The look from a wink of his eye, or almost all wet. a twist of his head. they puncture a hole, So off to the streets the sheep they The stumpofpipe, death grip in his fist, Was all that I needed to complete now flew, my dawning dread. No, he spoke not a word, but went straight into death. And filled me with sorrow at the case I had met. And I, laying a finger aside my face, Decided that I should reconcile my case. I sprang to my feet, to his team gave a shout, I assumed they would forgive me for I shot him in doubt, But I heard them exclaim, ere the) all drove away with a snort, "Hauskaa joulua" and "God jul" from Tapio Kankkonen, You killed Santa, you jerk, and Johan Abrinder and Alexandra Sanders. well see you in court! , photos by Heather Bush Not pictured Anitra McLeod, Bill Athey, Lori Prawitt, Amanda Johnson, Jaso , nngard. |