Tis The Season


Twas the night before Christmas for the boys in the bar,

Peace St. was so quiet, and in the parking lot… two cars.

The boys looked in shock at the note that was left,

In their hearts there was anger, and their souls were bereft.

As for Mad Muddles Bannon, he thought he might faint,

It was pinned to the wall with a sharp candy cane,

And there, on the bar, was a small model plane.

It seemed their conflict would end as quick as it began,

It was time for the boys to come up with a plan.

“Where would he take him?” said Joey, ever rational,

There was only one place. “Raleigh Durham International.”

A gust of wind blew and the door pitched with a squeak

In walked two of the girls who had been there that week.