Gather round the propane boys and girls, Loki has a holiday bedtime story to share:
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the blogs
We hid from the rain, falling like cats and dogs;
The stockings were hung in the trailers with care,
In hopes a Road Home check soon would be there;
GBitch was nestled all snug in her bed,
While visions of levees danced in Adrastos head;
Maitri in her sari, mind like a steel trap,
And Ray in New Orleans, enduring more crap,
When out on da po’ blog there arose such a clatter,
I sprang to my laptop to join in the chatter.
Away to my Windows I flew like a flash,
But a Blue Screen of Death caused my laptop to crash.
The moon in the puddles of new-fallen rain
Showed American Zombie out placing more blame,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But Poppy Z. Brite (she was pounding a beer),
There was dear little Sophmom, so lively and quick,
Standing in because FEMA had detained St. Nick
More rapid than ScoutPrime her coursers they came,
And she whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
“Now, Alan! now, Ashley! now, Gentilly Girl!
On, Ernie! on, Blagueur! on, Slate (there’s my girl!)
I saw Mr Bingle he was at the town hall!
Now blog away! blog away! blog away all!”
As the waters that after the levee’s break flow,
(The Corps was responsible, everyone knows!);
And up to the rubble the coursers they swam,
With a wounded Greg Peters, he still is The Man!.
Yat Pundit and Becky, I heard on the roof
While Dangerblond carolled and acted the goof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Into my door Oyster came with a bound.
He had Lisa wih him, his wife Lovely as well,
Pearlgirl was cute as a snail in its shell:
“People Get Ready, for its the Third Battle,
Read Nation of Morons, it disects the prattle!”
His glasses — they twinkled! his bottle how merry!
He filled, added Rox, and he dropped in a cherry!
“Its our Moldy City and I’ll never move
Theres nothing quite like the Home of the Groove!”
Then in came Mike Homan with a jug of sweet tea,,
And then Jeffrey joined us fresh from library;
We had jambalaya and good pepper jelly,
We ignored the mold, even though it was smelly.
Though the National Guard through our streets still do roam,
The Saints have been winning at the Superdome!
Its Post K New Orleans and there’s a lot that looks grim,
But we’re real New Orleanians and know how to swim;
We’ll rebuild our city, we’ll put in the work,
Despite C Ray Nagin and that “Dolla’ Bill” jerk,
Our Blue Tarp Buffet, it tickled my nose,
our new blogger friends have all lightened our woes;
They took a few pics, which we posted to flikr,
And they hopped in a car with a “Fix The Pumps,” sticker,
But I heard them exclaim, ere they drove out of sight,
“Happy Christmas New Orleans, now keep up the fight!”
EDIT: Check out Kelcrow7’s offering from last year! It’s kicks!
EDIT 2:If you wish to repost feel free, all I ask is notification and that you include the following at the end: Writtten by George “Loki” Williams Reprinted from http://humidcity.com/2006/12/21/the-blog-before-christmas/