12/18/2007

Merry "Blog-mas" everyone ....

Pebbles wanted me to shake things up just a touch, as she asked me to put some slightly more befitting lyrics to some of the holiday classics. But before you go any further, I highly recommend that you go

HERE

to get the background music for the following. That way, it’ll be much more enjoyable for everyone involved. Just click on the title, (highlighted beside) that goes with the lyrics involved and enjoy. Hopefully, you’ll get as big a kick out of “Blog-mas” as I did in writing this schtuff.

Merry Christmas every one, and to all a good night !

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Little Blogger Boy........... (Little Drummer boy)
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Come they called me, pa rum pum pum pum
A new born blogger to see, pa rum pum pum pum
Our finest hands we’ll bring, pa rum pum pum pum
We’ll make you lay down Kings, pa rum pum pum pum,
rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum,

Don’t make a fool of you, pa rum pum pum pum,
but here we come.

Little Bam-Bam, pa rum pum pum pum
You’ll not leave a poor boy too, pa rum pum pum pum
You have some skills to bring, pa rum pum pum pum
Their fit to play the Kings, pa rum pum pum pum,
rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum,

Shall we pay you too, pa rum pum pum pum,
Comps are for you!

The Pit-Boss nodded, pa rum pum pum pum
Pauly and Rooster came by, pa rum pum pum pum
I played my best for them, pa rum pum pum pum
I played my cards so blind, pa rum pum pum pum,
rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum,
Then he smiled at me, pa rum pum pum pum
our trips were free.

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Waffles the Red-Nosed blogger .......... (uh... you get it right?)
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There was Maudie and Sir Al and Falstaff and Astin, Iggy and G_Cox and Carmen and Kat’s in, but do you recall, the most infamous Blogger of all?

Waffles, the red-nosed blogger
always had a very crappy hand.
And if he ever bet it,
you would even call 10 grand.

All of the other bloggers
used to be called names by him.
They never let poor Waffles,
even win a game of Gin.

Then one foggy Vegas Eve
Santa came to say:
"Waffles with your nose so bright,
you’re going to win this game tonight!"

Waffles, the red-nosed blogger
always had a very crappy hand.
And if he ever bet it,
you would even call 10 grand.

Then one foggy Vegas Eve
Santa came to say:
"Waffles with your nose so bright,
you’re going to win this game tonight!"

Then all the bloggers loved him, as they shouted out with “The Tao,”
Waffles the red-nosed blogger,
you just hit it large,
you just hit it large,
in the game they call Pai-Gow!

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Otis the blogman ........... (yeah.... this one too right?)
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Otis the blogman, had a jolly like appeal. With a chip stack large and a button raise, And some plans to make a steal.

Otis the blogman is a G-Vegas tale, they say. He was made of stone but Ole’ BadBlood knows, how he came to life one day.
There must have been some magic in that Pai-Gow hand he found.
For when they placed it in his hands, He began to dance around.

Ooooo, Otis the blogman Was alive as he could be,
And the bloggers say he could laugh And play, a bit better than you and me.

Otis the blogman knew the games were hot that day,
So he said, "Let’s run and we'll have some fun now before we walk away."

Down to the buffet, With a bankroll in his hand,
Running here and there all Around the square saying, Catch me if you can.

He led us down to the craps table, Right to the place so fine.
And he only paused a moment when He began to holler "line!"

For Otis the blogman, Had to hurry on his way,
But he waved goodbye saying, "Don't you cry, We’ll all win again some day."
Thumpetty thump thump, Thumpety thump thump,
Look at Otis go.

Thumpetty thump thump, Thumpety thump thump,
With his pockets full of dough.

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Away in Las Vegas ..... (away in a manger)
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Away in Las Vegas, no need for a bed,
The Wife had just laid down her sweet, pretty head.

The neon and bright sky looked down where she lay,
The rest of us bloggers awake for the day.

Now Tragedy glowing, from something he drank,
And we all soon realized, that he’s with Buddy Dank.

But this shall pass soon, at least that’s what we’d thunk.
And then we’d all realize, that it’s us that got drunk.

Be near me Lord Jesus, I ask thee to stay.
I promise not to gamble, but Rockets I pray.

Bless all the dear bloggers, In thy tender care.
And make them all gamble, when they hold small pairs.


Coming soon, my Christmas wishlist !


My sincerest thanks for dropping by ....

3 comments:

The Wife said...

You're as cute as they come, honey.

Happy Holidays!

pokertart said...

Nothing like a few Christmas carols to get me in the spirit. Add poker to the mix, and you've made the tart a very happy little elf.

Joaquin "The Rooster" Ochoa said...

This was too funny...I'm laughing.