‘Twas the night before Guitartmas, when all through the house
I was surfing the internet, with my new Magic Mouse;
My Larrivee 000-50 was packed in its case with care,
In hopes that a Schertler David soon would be there;
My inner child not yet all snug in his bed,
Had visions of a G&L ASAT Classic in Candy Apple Red;
And mamma in her ‘kerchief, passed by with a snap,
“Another G&L ASAT?” she asked, “was 3 guitars not your cap?”
When down in the studio there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my chair to see what was the matter.
Away to the music room I flew like a flash,
Tore open the doors to check on my stash.
The Amber off my Larrivee RS4 gave such a glow
I searched the room both high and low,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
A shipping box adorned with a Guitar Adoptions logo, how did it get here?
A chuckle and a smile of delight I then gave,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Dave.
More rapid than eagles his inventory they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
“Now, Larrivee! now, G&L! now, Flaxwood and Dillion!
On, Fishman! on Blackbird! on, Morgan and Giffin!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now play away! play away! play away all!”
A bundle of guitars he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a rock star just opening his pack.
His guitars — how they twinkled! his amps how merry!
He could be an opener for Guns and Roses, or that Connick named Harry!
He carried a Larrivee P-09 all wrapped in a bow,
And a Larrivee RS4 in Artic white like snow;
Like Hendrix before him played a guitar with teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a Blackbird Super OM with wide body belly,
That shook my feet, when he played it jelly.
He turned up the Reason Bambino Deluxe Combo, and it was heaven
For surely this was an amp that went to eleven;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
He handed over a Larrivee Rosewood Dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the cases; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, before he was gone,
“Happy Christmas to all, and ROCK ON.”
Wishing You and Yours the very best of holidays – Guitar Adoptions
