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Twas the Night before Christmas
‘Twas the night before Christmas, when something strange happened,
Moaning and groaning, and some chains rattlin’
The kids were both terrified, hiding under their beds,
The missus was in the closet, popping some meds,
I in my undies, quaking with fear
With hopes that the boys in gray would be near
When outside the house, there arose such a clatter,
I opened the window to see what was the matter
A bright light in the sky, and the sound of thunder,
A whooping sound like an Aborigine Down Under.
The squealing of brakes in the sloppy gray slush,
And the sound of boot stomps all in a rush.
“Anybody see a ghost?” said one smart-alecked man
Whist another had a strange gadget in hand
“Three full roaming vapors, all Class Five”
He mumbled in monotone, with some other jive.
“I brought the traps,” said a jollier fellow,
As he brought forth metal boxes, all black and yellow.
Their weapons they pulled from their odd looking packs
As the jolly one told us “You can relax.”
“We’re the Ghostbusters,” said the one called Stantz,
As he pulled rubber gloves from the belt of his pants.
Spengler was calm, his face very stoic
Venkman sighed and slouched, not very heroic.
Out of the chimney, with a face like a demon,
The spirit flitted about, dreamin’ and schemin’,
A flash fired from Venkman’s bright rod
And Spengler followed when Ray’s head gave a nod
Lightning danced and ensnared that old ghost
But Great-Grandma’s chandelier was definitely toast!
The trap sucked up the ghost like milk through a straw,
They captured the second as they tore up the spa
Water and steam filled the cellar gym
And the Nordic Trak would never function again
The kids cheered, and the wife sighed relief
I bit my lip, hoping their stay would be brief.
The last ghostie fled out the chimney with haste
But Winston in Ecto 2 gave him fast chase.
Slimer flew, too, a disgusting green blob,
Who swept through the house, guzzling egg nog.
Winston fired a bright beam, ensnaring the third
A trap claimed him too, as like a caged songbird.
They left in a hurry, their siren so shrill,
Ray said, “Merry Christmas! No charge on the bill!”
And as I surveyed the damage to the house they had done,
I wondered what to tell our insurance agent, Don.
Ball lightning, a microburst, old wiring gone bad?
None of these fit the bill, and I felt quite sad.
“Look dad, the tree’s safe, and so are the presents!”
Said the lad without a note of resentment.
When I noted my family, and that all were quite safe,
The matter seemed silly, and a rather big waste.
I hugged my small children, and said with a grin,
“The house should be remodeled, it looked rather grim,
A Merry Christmas to all, and I hate to boast,
The GB’s had come, and “We ain’t ‘fraid of no ghosts!”