Howzabout another Christmas song?

[Robin Landseadel]

Not trying to start any traditions here, but:

	Out in the street a chief yeoman was trying to urinate in the gas
	tank of a '54 Packard Patrician and five or six seamen
	apprentice were standing around giving encouragement. The
	old man was singing, in a fine, firm baritone:

	Every night is Christmas Eve on old East Main,
	Sailors and their sweethearts all agree.
	Neon signs of red and green
	Shine upon the friendly scene,
	Welcoming you in from off the sea.
	Santa's bag is filled with all your dreams come true:
	Nickel beers that sparkle like champagne,
	Barmaids who all love to screw,
	All of them reminding you
	It's Christmas Eve on old East Main.

	V., pgs 1/2

PS: from the same pages:

	. . . one potential berserk studying the best technique for
	jumping through a plate glass window (when to scream
	Geronimo? before or after the glass breaks?) . . .

And a Merry Christmas to all!