Twas the night before Fez-mas, when all through the Media Hut
Not a creature was stirring, not even the Brown Eyed Girl;
The stockings were hung on the Gremlin's radiator with care,
In hopes that the Old Gringo soon would be there:
Each student was nestled all snug in their chair,
While smells of medical ganja filled the air;
And Nurse Jeff in his ‘kercief, and I in my fez,
Had just settled down for a long winters recezz.
….Well, you get the point. To all our many friends across the barren caliche of sunny AZ, and
those scattered in their huts from coast to coast - here’s wishing you the Merriest of Fez-masers from Los Buckeye Boyz!
Not a creature was stirring, not even the Brown Eyed Girl;
The stockings were hung on the Gremlin's radiator with care,
In hopes that the Old Gringo soon would be there:
Each student was nestled all snug in their chair,
While smells of medical ganja filled the air;
And Nurse Jeff in his ‘kercief, and I in my fez,
Had just settled down for a long winters recezz.
….Well, you get the point. To all our many friends across the barren caliche of sunny AZ, and
those scattered in their huts from coast to coast - here’s wishing you the Merriest of Fez-masers from Los Buckeye Boyz!
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