 HOUSTON HHH XMAS RUN & PARTY RUN
# 985 SATURDAY 13, 1997 VENUE: LIVE BAIT HARES: “FULL
SERVICE”, “SARAN CRAP” & “THE MANHANDLER”
Hash Christmas
Party ‘Twas a
Hash Before Christmas By I Scream, with apologies
to Clement C. Moore _____________________________
‘Twas just before Christmas and gathered the Hash
For an evening of merriment, good brew and a dash. Hounds came by the dozens, each one with a smile For many old friends, some not seen for a while. The hares -- our Mismanagement -- hand planned quite a bash And each happy hasher was given a stash ‘Twas just slightly late from starting on time, But “Saran Crap”, “Manhandler” and “Full
Service” were off on a dime. They live-hared the
run -- a bad choice, I must say, Getting caught on trail
thrice -- but released anyway. A fest at the
beer-check, with suds by Brew U Convinced many a hasher
to imbibe just a few. Soon back on the trail, the hounds
went their way, Our trail, it turned out, was a quaint
A-to-A! Back at the car park we gathered around
For a little good fun and a few earned down-downs. The hares took their licks -- caught by Geek, it was true! That called for swift punishment, and on their knees, too! A Harriet even showed our men both her breasts, Proving once again that hash life is the best! Accusations abounded and the kegs didn’t last, Good beer we all know, can empty quite fast. Called to a close, the circle was done All off to Live Bait for some Holiday fun! The barman was ready -- the place looked just fine; Folks piling inside, all filling their stein with beer, booze & soda, and even some wine! Great music was played for us live from the bar By many a wonderful rising young star. Now Lorna, then Geek; and Pump Me and Pipes Bald Eagle and Lazy Worm, all drinking Bud Lights Twisting and twirling, the dance floor alight -- A ballroom more appropriate, you’d think, for this sight!
But more was in store; a feast (quite a meal!) Prepared fresh by Ms. Tonka, and enjoyed with great zeal!
The hashers now fed, bellies all full, It was certainly time for some serious bull! All votes were now counted, tallied and tolled With trophies brought in to bestow on the fold. The Best and the Worst were toasted the same Proving that hashers are mainly insane. Our trophies hand-crafted from remnants and wood, Whoever made them, they’re really quite good. The Winners and Whiners, the Worst & the Best Again back together to continue the fest. Beer-chugging girlies and fine, strapping men Continued to party ‘til God only knows when. And finally over -- all our good fun had -- The pack then departed (the barman quite glad!) “Til next week,” it was heard. “Just six more
long days.” “We’ll do it again next
Sunday,” -- in between, just a haze. Hashers and
friends, mostly one-and-the-same. The friends all
gone home, off into the night All home without mishap --
which is only just right. One final note, an
opinion of sorts: We’re friends, after all,
let’s keep that in sight -- Merry Christmas
to all, and to all a good night OnOn -- and have
a safe and happy holiday! “I Scream”
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