Author's Rambling: Yeah, it's a parady of T'was the night
before Christmas. I thought of it one night. So I don't own the
orriginal work. But this is mine, and so is Music Santa!
Christmas Concert
Dedicated to:
Bloomington High School South, Wind Ensamble
T'was the night before the concert
and in the band hall,
every student was nervous
from the small through the tall.
The director was a wreck
he was frantic and pacing
he had lost some more hair
from the problems he was facing.
"My reed just broke."
"My valve will not move."
"I've lost all my music."
"What should we do?"
As the tension was mounting
his face turned quite red
with a frustrated sigh
he threw his hands to his head.
"I can't do this,
no, nothing is as it should.
Just fix your problems
and try to sound good."
As all hope was lost
there appeared a tuba pulled box
with a man dressed in red
from his hat to his old left sock.
"It's Music Santa,
oh rapture, oh joy!"
"I've been so good,
can I please have my toy."
With a laugh of mirth
he jumped down to the floor,
and his two little helpers
walked in through the door.
"Why all the tears
what happened to you?
Come my helpers
we have work to do."
In a twinkle of light
the began each task:
hard problems first
easy ones last.
The director stood watching
his face all a glow,
he did not want
Music Santa to go.
"Please stay for the concert,
with all the work you've done;
you can sing along with us
it will be so much fun."
Music Santa's face lit up
with a smile so bright.
"Okay," he said.
"I'll listen tonight."
"Go now students,
Music Santa will stay,"
said the happy director
as they lined up to play.
"First with the flutes,
and our little piccolo.
Go out clarinets,
but not before the oboe."
"Now saxes, low woodwinds,
we're free of this tizzy.
Go on out trumpets
breathe; don't get dizzy."
"French horns please hurry,
at least try to stay in tune.
Trombones and low brass,
we're free of this doom."
"Percussionist now,
you're needed on stage."
The audience was happy,
every child, every age.
Music Santa watched
as the concert went on
and with an unspoken word,
he and his helpers were gone.
"Preparation next time," he yelled
as the box fell out of sight.
"You play good music,
have a great concert tonight."
Please R&R!
before Christmas. I thought of it one night. So I don't own the
orriginal work. But this is mine, and so is Music Santa!
Christmas Concert
Dedicated to:
Bloomington High School South, Wind Ensamble
T'was the night before the concert
and in the band hall,
every student was nervous
from the small through the tall.
The director was a wreck
he was frantic and pacing
he had lost some more hair
from the problems he was facing.
"My reed just broke."
"My valve will not move."
"I've lost all my music."
"What should we do?"
As the tension was mounting
his face turned quite red
with a frustrated sigh
he threw his hands to his head.
"I can't do this,
no, nothing is as it should.
Just fix your problems
and try to sound good."
As all hope was lost
there appeared a tuba pulled box
with a man dressed in red
from his hat to his old left sock.
"It's Music Santa,
oh rapture, oh joy!"
"I've been so good,
can I please have my toy."
With a laugh of mirth
he jumped down to the floor,
and his two little helpers
walked in through the door.
"Why all the tears
what happened to you?
Come my helpers
we have work to do."
In a twinkle of light
the began each task:
hard problems first
easy ones last.
The director stood watching
his face all a glow,
he did not want
Music Santa to go.
"Please stay for the concert,
with all the work you've done;
you can sing along with us
it will be so much fun."
Music Santa's face lit up
with a smile so bright.
"Okay," he said.
"I'll listen tonight."
"Go now students,
Music Santa will stay,"
said the happy director
as they lined up to play.
"First with the flutes,
and our little piccolo.
Go out clarinets,
but not before the oboe."
"Now saxes, low woodwinds,
we're free of this tizzy.
Go on out trumpets
breathe; don't get dizzy."
"French horns please hurry,
at least try to stay in tune.
Trombones and low brass,
we're free of this doom."
"Percussionist now,
you're needed on stage."
The audience was happy,
every child, every age.
Music Santa watched
as the concert went on
and with an unspoken word,
he and his helpers were gone.
"Preparation next time," he yelled
as the box fell out of sight.
"You play good music,
have a great concert tonight."
Please R&R!