'Twas four days until Christmas
and all thru the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse
The guys are in bed
Their dreams not a thrillin'
I hope Chris remembered
To take Penicillin
For tomorrow they come
Right out of his head
Those four wisdom teeth
He's beginning to dread.
But Sharon will be there
To ply him with sweets
Press ice on his face
and keep bringing the treats.
A few days from now
He be smiling and merry
And Santa will visit
As will the tooth fairy
And just after that
He'll get back on the plane
Fly thru the air
To Atlanta again (say it so it rhymes with plane... it's late)
Then to the Peach Bowl
The Jackets will play
With support of the band
They'll conquer that day.
And lo, 'fore we know it
flowers will bloom all around
Before Sharon knows it,
He'll be home safe and sound
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