For those not in the Christmas Exchange.... Posted here as well for a Tongue and Cheek Look at a Christmas Classic "Customized for the TSC and 2020" LOL
Hope you enjoy
Hope you enjoy
Twas the Night Before Christmas
“Cadre Style” 2020
T’was the night before Christmas, when all through the Cadre
Not a razor was shaving not even a Tradere
The Stockings were hung by the Shave Den with Care
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there
The TSC members were nestled all snug in their beds
While visions of Shave Gear, soaps, Aftershaves, ETC, danced in their heads
And Avocado Queen in her kerchief, and I in my tactical shave vest
Had just settled in when Ruger the cat plopped on my Chest
When out the street there arose such a clatter
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter
Away to the Shave Den Window I flew like a flash
With a Razor in hand and wearing a strop like a sash
The Moon on the breast of the new fallen snow
Gave the look of great lather this I do know
When what to my wondering eyes should appear
But a USPS mail truck, late again with my shave gear
With a clueless driver, so slow and with no empathy
I knew in a moment this must be Twenty-Twenty
Slower than snails his Postal elves now came
And he whistled and cursed them by name
Now, CVargo! Now, Fenster
Now, Spider and, BarberDave
On, Monkey On, DKeester
On, GearNoir, and Nurse Dave
To the front door of the porch
To threshold of the door
Now, get ready to deliver
You better have gotten everything from the store.
As the cactus needles stick as the monsoon rains come
When they meet with an obstacle, bring much pain to some
So up to the house the postmen did toddle with boxes in their arms
That appeared to be mottled
Then in a twinkling I heard at the door, a knock, a pound
Could this be all the stuff from the store, with USPS Ground?
As I opened the door, and looked outside, here came the shave elves
Who smelled like Tide?
The postmaster and Elves were dressed in all gray and blue
Smelled like cardboard and tape, I was about the hurl my stew
The elves were no better looked very tired, by the look of their faces
Today’s shave must have been mired
They spoke not a word and went straight to their work
They filled all the stockings, then turned with a smirk
Sign here please, as he pulled off his mask
It may not all be here so don’t even ask!
He walked to his truck, his team in tow
They piled in the truck saying C’mon let’s go!
But I heard him exclaim as they drove out of sight
Merry Christmas Cadre, It has been a long night!
“Cadre Style” 2020
T’was the night before Christmas, when all through the Cadre
Not a razor was shaving not even a Tradere
The Stockings were hung by the Shave Den with Care
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there
The TSC members were nestled all snug in their beds
While visions of Shave Gear, soaps, Aftershaves, ETC, danced in their heads
And Avocado Queen in her kerchief, and I in my tactical shave vest
Had just settled in when Ruger the cat plopped on my Chest
When out the street there arose such a clatter
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter
Away to the Shave Den Window I flew like a flash
With a Razor in hand and wearing a strop like a sash
The Moon on the breast of the new fallen snow
Gave the look of great lather this I do know
When what to my wondering eyes should appear
But a USPS mail truck, late again with my shave gear
With a clueless driver, so slow and with no empathy
I knew in a moment this must be Twenty-Twenty
Slower than snails his Postal elves now came
And he whistled and cursed them by name
Now, CVargo! Now, Fenster
Now, Spider and, BarberDave
On, Monkey On, DKeester
On, GearNoir, and Nurse Dave
To the front door of the porch
To threshold of the door
Now, get ready to deliver
You better have gotten everything from the store.
As the cactus needles stick as the monsoon rains come
When they meet with an obstacle, bring much pain to some
So up to the house the postmen did toddle with boxes in their arms
That appeared to be mottled
Then in a twinkling I heard at the door, a knock, a pound
Could this be all the stuff from the store, with USPS Ground?
As I opened the door, and looked outside, here came the shave elves
Who smelled like Tide?
The postmaster and Elves were dressed in all gray and blue
Smelled like cardboard and tape, I was about the hurl my stew
The elves were no better looked very tired, by the look of their faces
Today’s shave must have been mired
They spoke not a word and went straight to their work
They filled all the stockings, then turned with a smirk
Sign here please, as he pulled off his mask
It may not all be here so don’t even ask!
He walked to his truck, his team in tow
They piled in the truck saying C’mon let’s go!
But I heard him exclaim as they drove out of sight
Merry Christmas Cadre, It has been a long night!
