A Christmas poem from us to you
Monday 19th December 2016
Well Christmas is nearly upon us and we're just a bit excited! As well as being the wedding band in London for some gorgeous winter weddings, we've also had a ball being the Christmas party band for some cracking Christmas parties, and we are certainly feeling festive. So as our last blog before the big day, we thought we'd write a little Festival Foxes Christmassey poem....enjoy!
Twas the night before a Christmas gig, when all through the house.
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.?
The guitars were hung by the chimney with care,?
In hopes that Papa Fox soon would be there.
The Foxes were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of Dolly Parton danced in their heads.
When out on the road there arose such a clatter,
The girls sprang from the beds to see what was the matter.
Away to the window they flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
Maybe a siren, a stumbling drunk?
Or some mean slap bass, accompanying funk.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But there be Buttercup and ALL the gear.
With a cheerful driver and 4 extra PA systems as spare,
I knew in a moment it must be our manager.
"Now Emma! now, Abi! now, Stef and Jess!
On, Soph! Let’s head to the gig, to avoid the M25 stress!
A bundle of cables he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a soundie, opening his wireless pack.
His eyes—how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
Abi was questioning why Iain was dressed as a glamorous elf,
Emma laughed when she saw him, and so did myself.
Jess didn’t say anything whilst Soph pulled a face,
For Iain responded with the following phrase,
“This isn’t a fancy-dress, but my favourite shirt!!” He said through a cough,
“Now get in the van, before I drive off!”
Here’s to the bride & groom, and driving home in moonlight, so-
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a Good-Night!"