Here's a great Christmas message from Brian Cushing:

claychaser

Contained in his latest e-mail blast. A "fun" read to be sure!


Twas Two Weeks Before FUN...

'Twas two weeks before FUN, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The coins were all packed into their boxes with care,
In hopes that collectors soon would be there;
The Osburn’s were nestled all snug in their beds;
While visions of cruise ships danced in their heads;
And Miss Liberty with her bust most certainly capped,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,
When out on the bourse there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my desk to see what was the matter.
When what to my wondering eyes did appear,
But a miniature sleigh filled with coins and craft beer,
With a little old driver so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment he must be St. Nick!
More rapid than Early Birds his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:
"Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! on, Cupid! on, Donder and Blixen!
To the top of the bourse! to the top of the hall!
Now hunt away! hunt away! hunt away all!"
So up to the housetop the coursers they flew
With the sleigh full of coins, and St. Nicholas too—
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.
Instead of sugar cookies I made his some soup,
And observed around his neck a 16x loop;
A bundle of coins he had flung on his back,
And he looked like an up-grader ready to crack.
His eyes—how they twinkled! His dimples, how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, like album-toned cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard on his chin was blast white as the snow;
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
With smoke encircling his head like a full struck wreath;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his Dimes,
And turning towards me said I’d like to consign!
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight—
“Happy FUN show to all, and to all a good night!”

leothelyon

Hey, I made some adjustments.........what do you think?

'Twas two weeks before FUN, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The coins were all packed into boxes with care,
In hopes that collectors would soon be there;
The Osburn’s were nestled all snug in their beds;
While visions of cruise ships danced in their heads;
And Miss Liberty her bust most capped,
Had settled down for that long winter's nap,
When out on the bourse arose such clatter,
I sprang from my desk to see the matter.
To my wondering eyes what did appear,
But a miniature sleigh filled with coins and beer,
With a little old driver so lively and quick,
I knew that moment it was St. Nick!
More rapid than Early Birds his coursers did come,
And he whistled, and shouted, by name they were called:
"Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On, Cupid! On, Donder and Blixen!
To the top of the bourse! To the top of the hall!
Now hunt away! Find the last of them!"
So up to the housetop the coursers they went!
Filled with coins, St. Nicholas, the sleigh ascended —
I drew in my head, and turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas descended.
Instead of cookies, there was soup,
And observed round his neck, a 16x loop;
A bundle of coins he had on his back,
And he looked like an up-grader, ready to crack.
His eyes—how they twinkled! His dimples, how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, like album-toned cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard on his chin was blast white as the snow;
The stump of a pipe he had tight in his teeth,
With smoke encircling like a full struck crown;
He spoke nigh a word, went straight to his Dimes,
And turning towards me, I’d like to consign!
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And with a nod, up the chimney he rose;
He sprang to his sleigh and gave a whistle,
And away they all went like the dawn of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight—
“Happy FUN to all, and all a good night!”

ricko

Great..thanks for a seasonal coin post.... Cheers, RickO