Twas the night before Christmas and all through the bus
Not a peaceful soul stirring, no one made a fuss
As Paddy was driving down tight roads with care
In hopes that St. Patrick would be in Kildare.
John and Tom were nestled all snug in their seats
While visions of Guinness set to dancing their feet
When out past the window there arose such a racket
All twenty one friends rushed to grab a warm jacket.
Now Susan! Now John! Now Kathi and Barney!
They weren’t sure but thought they might be in Killarney
On Patti! On Kathleen! On Jeannie and Pat!
Well whaddya know! Will ya listen to that?
The music they heard, such a fine jolly gig
Led Joe and Bev to do a quick Irish jig
How they all loved the tunes of the local band
Enchanted they were by charming Ireland.
The moon on the waves of the harbor so blue
Gave lustre at midnight to each sea shell’s hue
Elizabeth and Kathleen set out for a walk
But Margie and Chris did more than just talk.
They rolled up their pant legs to walk in the sea
While Lally and Wayne gave two yodels, then three
Roger and Jay hit balls with a club
While Marla and Adelle grabbed a pint at the pub.
Susan gave John a massage to his back
When some wild eyed guy ran by with a pack
A cooler of beer could it be, or who knows?
“Do you have to pay for the Stone Circle shows?”
Even though some thought it was rather odd
Chris still had visions he was in Cape Cod
Jane looked around for her roots high and low
At that fateful moment it started to snow.
They had come from all over the U.S.A.
And made their way to the Dingle Bay
To the Counties of Cork, to Kerry and Clare
But this was one sight that was really quite rare.
For never had Tom seen a Christmas of white
In all of his years either day or night
That he lived near the village of Lisdoonvarna
Is Johnsmith starting to play his guitar now?
He sang of the moon and the light that it gave
He sang of their homes, when a large tidal wave
Surprised one and all, then they had a good laugh
As some of the song’s words John knew only half.
But they stood and they sang and they sang til they cried
And they didn’t want to leave before one last ride
Still they had to brush off of their feet all the sand
Or Paddy would not think the Luxury Coach grand.
Jeannie and Pat, planning trip number four
Got interrupted by a knock at the door
The old German couple who looked to be Irish
While sitting at lunch that day eating their fried fish,
Entered and asked all to come back real soon
Maybe February, March, April, or June
But counting their Euros which now numbered seven
All decided to wait until 2011!
Paddy sprang to his bus, to the group gave a whistle
And away they flew just as fast as a missile
But the friends all exclaimed as they drove out of sight
HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL! Don’t forget now to write!
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