‘Twas Sometime Around Midnight on Christmas 2014

Posted: December 24, 2014 in A Little Less Profound
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A TATE ChristmasBy Glen

‘Twas Sometime Around Midnight on Christmas, in the Graveyard Near the House,
Not a creature was stirring, nor a “Where’s Noah?” grouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that Dope Machines soon would be there.

The TATE fans were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of Airborne shows danced in their heads.
I imagined myself in Daren’s black bowler hat,
I needed a TATE fix, and I needed it STAT!

All At Once in the street there arose such a clatter,
The roar of a motorbike the silence did shatter.
In a stupor I stumbled down from the second floor,
Swaying, braying, I burst through the door.

It was a bleary-eyed night, beneath the streetlight,
I needed a moment to take in the sight.
And what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a poet, a singer, weighed down with gear.

The bird and the mermaid, they were obvious tells,
I knew in a moment it must be Mikel.
Greedy for more, I was blinded by fame,
And I whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!

“Now Daren! Now, Steven! Now, Adrian and Anna!
On, Hoogie! On, Pete Galli! And you too, Bill Handlin!
To the top of the stage! To the top of the wall!
Not so high please Mikel – I’m afraid you will fall!”

And then, in a twinkling, I regained my senses,
A rare opportunity – it was time to take chances.
“It is most unexpected to find you out here,
Like the synth-heavy sounds you’re embracing this year.”

“We take care of our fans,” he said with a wink,
“You should know that by now, wouldn’t you think?
On The Fifth Day of Christmas, your True Love asked me,
To give you a gift you never thought you’d see.”

He was dressed all in black, from his head to his foot,
And into his guitar case, his hand he did put.
“What can I give you? A bird with some gore?
What more could you want after the Fillmore?”

“All I Ever Wanted,” I slowly began,
“Was just one more gig for a crazed super fan.
Can you play This is Nowhere? It’s such a great song,
But if that can’t be done, I’d settle for Wrong.”

He was cooler than cool; I was feeling unworthy,
My insides were Numb and I was getting too wordy.
But he put me at ease with a nod of his head,
He’s good with his fans; I had nothing to dread.

So I took a deep breath, “A request if I may,
A happy TATE song for the holidays?
A little less death, a little more joy,
Something appropriate for my little boy?”

He said, “Not my style; that music sounds dated,
And holiday cheer is so overrated.
I’ve tried to be sappy; I’ve tried to write kitsch,
But sometimes Christmas can make you feel like shit.”

He sprang to his bike, flashed his 7th Heaven smile,
And then he assured me, “We’ll be back in awhile.”
And I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
“Merry Christmas to all! Make some babies tonight!”

  1. Marc says:

    Awesome job Glen…on this poem and all year. Merry Christmas to you and your family and hoping 2015 is a little less crazy.

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  2. Shyra Taylor Aka Lady Rabin says:

    I smiled from ear to ear reading this- I’m not blessed in the writing department. Thank you for all the writing/entertaining & info you provide all year long. My favorite line is “sometimes Christmas can makes you feel like shit.” Merry TATEmas too you and the family!

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  3. treendabean says:

    you had me at ‘a “Where’s Noah?” grouse.’ ha ha ha ha

    Liked by 2 people

  4. jcstoller says:

    Ha, brilliant job, Glen. Another holiday classic. Here’s hoping they see this and are maybe inspired to one day release that Christmas bummer song we’ve heard rumors of…

    Liked by 2 people

  5. So clever! Merry Christmas, Glenn and the This is Nowhere community 😀

    Liked by 1 person

  6. So clever, thanks for the Christmas treat!

    Liked by 1 person

  7. Rebecca says:

    Love it!!

    Liked by 1 person

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