Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the Lounge. Not a member was stirring, not even a sound. The hats were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there. The patrons were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of vintage lids danced in their heads. I hope you fine ladies and gentlemen have a splendid Christmas. Don't let all the commercialization of Jesus's birthday make you miss the point of it all. It used to be the birthday of the man who saved our necks. Now it stands for Santa Clause and they spell it with an X. -Larry Norman You guys...and gals are the best. "Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"