A Visit from Grapes

Twas the night before Christmas And all through my house My rugrats were chasing The cat and my spouse. These children of mine - They would NOT go to bed So I tied them down To their bedposts instead. :) I sat at the 'puter And tried my blog to compose But nothing would come Not poetry nor prose. There's the list of the things I can't mention TODAY And the list of the things I know I can't say. As I sat at the 'puter And I thought to myself, Who should appear but that jolly old elf? St. Nick you might wonder - it's that time of year, But lo! Grapes, himself, twas he who appeared! He was covered in plaid from his neck to his waist, And a full, grey goatee adorned his face. A look of surprise must have crossed o'er my own, For Grapes, he just laughed, like a dog with a bone. "Now, Foster, I'll tell ya the unvarnished truth," said he "I've been banned from the telly, the old CBC, For saying much worse than you've ever said And yet you always get the boot to the head. You've pissed off one league, players, and coaches too, And you have a commish who loves to hate you! But, you know, I've done some of those things myself," Said Grapes who smiled in spite of himself. "Keep your chin up and you'll be okay, " he said as he turned "All the lessons of broadcasting you've YET to learn. I've forgotten more than you'll ever know But keep on doing your own little show. Someone enjoys it, though I'm not quite sure who And some of those songs could have been sung by ole Blue." Then that old Cherry fella walked out my front door, And I wanted to say something to the great one before He disappeared and was gone from my sight So I shouted, "Hey! We miss ya on Saturday night!" I could swear that a smile crossed over his face And then he was gone without leaving a trace. Now I hope that you like my short Christmas rhyme As usual, I typed it in record time. May your Christmas be merry and your holidays too From Marc and the Fosters to all of you.