A Clubhouse Tailgate Christmas

 

Courtesy of Senior Hokie.

Merry Christmas , everybody!

 

Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the Clubhouse The usual suspects were sleeping, drunk as a souse

The beer tankards were hung by empty kegs with care In hope that a brewmaster soon would be there

The shot glasses were empty from way too much fun Awaiting replenishment with Wild Turkey 101

Grillmaster in apron, and Senior Hokie in gameday hat Had just settled down in an alcohol induced nap

When outside the Clubhouse, there arose such a clatter Buck and Bobby bound to the door to see what was the matter

What to their widening eyes should appear But “Drunken Hokie” thrashing through coolers searching for more beer

With Ex-Russian Hokie assisting and acting frisky Bellowing loudly “Where Da Whiskey?”

With a twinkle in his eyes, and a joint in his hand Butcher appeared and said “What’s happening man?’

Jim appeared to a Big Head Alert Saw a Girl of the Clubhouse and began to flirt

She slugged him and said “Be Careful son” In case you forgot, Daddy Got a Gun

Old Fart Hokie tucked Jello Shooter Lady to bed Knowing that a long game day tailgate was ahead

As Gene and Phyll turned out their lights Tiger Tom, Thrillmaster, and Tailgate Bartender hollered with delight

“Merry Clubhouse Tailgate Christmas to all and to all a good night”