Now....without further adieu...Rob gives you his contribution to the literary world, rhyming and Christmas (drum roll please):
A LAKE GEORGE MOTEL MONTREAL CHRISTMAS:
by Rob Gregor
'Twas the night before Christmas, and
all through the hotel
Not a creature was stirring and I was sleeping well;
The neon sign was lit up with care,
In hopes that our guests soon would be there;
The travelers were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of the Minne Ha-Ha danced in their heads;
And Nerisha in her PJs, and I in my sweats,
Had just realized that life in Lake George is as good as it gets
When out in the parking lot there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I grumpily trudged,
Pushed on the window but it barely budged.
The moon on the cars parked in my lot
Made the Motel Montreal look like a great spot,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a bus from Nova Scotia carrying lots of beer,
With a little old driver, so tired and irate,
I knew in a moment his stay was not going to be great.
As he tried to find parking he yelled up to me
“We have no reservation but do you have a vacancy?”;
I told him I had nothing for such a big group,
I was nearly out of rooms, not even a stoop.
To my neighbors at Lake Haven and Shore Meadows I suggested they go,
But be careful because Lake Ave is slick in the snow.
As loose lumber from a truck surely does fly,
They skidded down Lake Ave, I thought they would die,
Not a creature was stirring and I was sleeping well;
The neon sign was lit up with care,
In hopes that our guests soon would be there;
The travelers were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of the Minne Ha-Ha danced in their heads;
And Nerisha in her PJs, and I in my sweats,
Had just realized that life in Lake George is as good as it gets
When out in the parking lot there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I grumpily trudged,
Pushed on the window but it barely budged.
The moon on the cars parked in my lot
Made the Motel Montreal look like a great spot,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a bus from Nova Scotia carrying lots of beer,
With a little old driver, so tired and irate,
I knew in a moment his stay was not going to be great.
As he tried to find parking he yelled up to me
“We have no reservation but do you have a vacancy?”;
I told him I had nothing for such a big group,
I was nearly out of rooms, not even a stoop.
To my neighbors at Lake Haven and Shore Meadows I suggested they go,
But be careful because Lake Ave is slick in the snow.
As loose lumber from a truck surely does fly,
They skidded down Lake Ave, I thought they would die,
But much to my satisfaction, they were able to survive,
Without a bump or a bruise safely they did arrive.
And then with a curse I heard the driver proclaim,
“Lake George is full, this is f@#!in’ insane.”
As I drew in my hand, and headed to bed,
Back came the bus driver filled with dread.
He had sold a tour group but forgotten to book a hotel,
If he admitted this to his customers, it would not sit well.;
A bundle of cash he had at the ready,
And he looked a little bit mentally unsteady .
His eyes showed desperation; his smile was so crazy,
And I told him next time to make reservations, don’t be so lazy.
His expression seemed to think me unkind
When a great idea came to my mind;
True, I lacked hotel rooms for his travelling school,
But I have a large room under the pool.
The driver borne a look of shock and dismay,
But take it he did for a one night’s stay.
He spoke not a word, but nodded his head,
And asked for help making the beds,
And giving a thumbs-up to the riders of the bus,
He ushered them off without a fuss;
The driver told the guests that the hotel was called “Under the Pool”,
But believe him they did not, they thought him a fool!
But I heard him exclaim, as I shut off the light.
Next time I will book the Motel Montreal in advance and then we will all sleep tight!
And then with a curse I heard the driver proclaim,
“Lake George is full, this is f@#!in’ insane.”
As I drew in my hand, and headed to bed,
Back came the bus driver filled with dread.
He had sold a tour group but forgotten to book a hotel,
If he admitted this to his customers, it would not sit well.;
A bundle of cash he had at the ready,
And he looked a little bit mentally unsteady .
His eyes showed desperation; his smile was so crazy,
And I told him next time to make reservations, don’t be so lazy.
His expression seemed to think me unkind
When a great idea came to my mind;
True, I lacked hotel rooms for his travelling school,
But I have a large room under the pool.
The driver borne a look of shock and dismay,
But take it he did for a one night’s stay.
He spoke not a word, but nodded his head,
And asked for help making the beds,
And giving a thumbs-up to the riders of the bus,
He ushered them off without a fuss;
The driver told the guests that the hotel was called “Under the Pool”,
But believe him they did not, they thought him a fool!
But I heard him exclaim, as I shut off the light.
Next time I will book the Motel Montreal in advance and then we will all sleep tight!
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