Merry Christmas,
Be of Good Cheer,
The Board is Boiling with Meade and Beer,
We Blaste away the season,
We storm upon the Strip,
and Gather thee the Rainbows,
Upon the New Years Grip.
Snow Falls upon Eastern Fencers,
It rains upon the South,
Wind swept desert sands Acost Nevada,
whilst Palm trees heavy with the dew of lava,
boil upon the shining faces of the Pacific fencer,
It matters not!
around the world
As fencers don their apparel,
That Fencing and Christmas,
And Pine-cones and Folly
all follow, all follow in good Cheer.
Harken, ye,
Harken to the call for order in the Salle,
The season of Glitter and Gold,
of Red and Green
Bows and Silver,
and perchance, if all is well,
We shall ring in the New Year.
The European Continent,
Resplendent in their Stuff,
Flash their swords and leer,
as those in the New World,
Huddled over furnises,
Prepare for their meager fare.
