Santa, We Summon You! Poem by Ramona Thompson

So tonight here we gather with milk and cookies at the ready

A burning question we ache to ask

Now if you can hear us-spirits of the season please answer

The most musical and able of your servants plead of you

An answer out of the cold darkness of this night



Waiting we jingle our silver bells and say our dark reindeer prayers

Eager to be gifted with the presense of this season's master



Snow falls outside our black curtained windows

Under the rotting Christmas tree your heavy metal guitar awaits you

Music to rule the masses soon we together as a band shall make

Mighty Bon Ouija shall rise once you are here oh all powerful one!

One at last united with your faithful flock

Nightmares of rock n roll thunder come rock on!



Your deep and trembling song soon shall crash down and deck these wrecked halls

Oh yes! We have come all us ouija faithful to seek

U and the favor of that jolly heavy metal voice



Raising the music back up the charts

To number 1 where metal not that rap crap belongs!

And so tonight Santa, oh Santa, yes



WE SUMMON YOU!